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As the days get shorter, so does my temper. Something within me calls out to the sun and embraces its warmth, so when the days have ten hours of sunlight or less are the worst. Milwaukee is especially bad, as it seems that most of the week the clouds are too thick to permit light to penetrate their gray facade.
Despite the lack of sunshine in my weather forecast, life goes on and I keep up as best I can. I've just found a full-time job, so I have less to worry about than I used to. My determination to go to graduate school is keener than ever, and the hours I spend every week at the museums are a testament to such. I only hope that I will be able to continue working in a museum when the terms change over.
I love the smells during the fall. Wet leaves, crackling fires, cinnamon, pumpkins, apples...all the good homey sorts of smells.
I'm content to be moving forward towards the person I'm going to be.
Despite the lack of sunshine in my weather forecast, life goes on and I keep up as best I can. I've just found a full-time job, so I have less to worry about than I used to. My determination to go to graduate school is keener than ever, and the hours I spend every week at the museums are a testament to such. I only hope that I will be able to continue working in a museum when the terms change over.
I love the smells during the fall. Wet leaves, crackling fires, cinnamon, pumpkins, apples...all the good homey sorts of smells.
I'm content to be moving forward towards the person I'm going to be.