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justin was giving me shit yesterday about being a writer. we were on the subject of majors, and three of the four people at the table were former english majors. so it got a little impassioned. justin was talking about how english is the most bullshit major because all you do is read stuff and then write about what you've read. and i agreed, and then elaborated by suggesting that it's better to major in something else you're interested in so that you can specialize. then justing countered very quickly and said that if you really wanted to write, the best thing you could do is to get out there and live and get experiences. and that just cut me off from my argument because i entirely agreed. i had just forgotten my beliefs.
just before i left europe in 2006, a friend in galway said somewhat seriously that if i left, i would never return. at the time it didn't sound very threatening because there was a local saying that galway is a graveyard. people come to stay, whether they intend to or not. this was one of the reasons i decided i really needed to make a quick escape. i didn't want to limit my experiences to this small irish coastal town, and with only london behind. but now i'm wondering what experiences i exactly am having now, and whether they're any better than the ones i left.
in a way, they are continuations and maturations of my past experiences. i spend my regular time looking forward to meeting up with old friends across the sea or having them visit me. though i probably see them only once a year, they're my closest friends. the only ones who can unlock different aspects of me that were covered and kept safe when i left each era of my life.
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looking through my pictures of galway, i realize that i was trying to capture the feeling i lost of living there.
just before i left europe in 2006, a friend in galway said somewhat seriously that if i left, i would never return. at the time it didn't sound very threatening because there was a local saying that galway is a graveyard. people come to stay, whether they intend to or not. this was one of the reasons i decided i really needed to make a quick escape. i didn't want to limit my experiences to this small irish coastal town, and with only london behind. but now i'm wondering what experiences i exactly am having now, and whether they're any better than the ones i left.
in a way, they are continuations and maturations of my past experiences. i spend my regular time looking forward to meeting up with old friends across the sea or having them visit me. though i probably see them only once a year, they're my closest friends. the only ones who can unlock different aspects of me that were covered and kept safe when i left each era of my life.
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looking through my pictures of galway, i realize that i was trying to capture the feeling i lost of living there.