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I'm home. I don't know how to feel about anything. I don't know what to do. I'm happy. I look outside and see mountain ranges and rolling hills and cypress trees dangling their raggedy beauty and fog, and it's all waiting for me to go running and walking and dreaming on. This will always be my home. I just wish it were possible to have both worlds
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The point you made about how people used to stay in the same town they were born in is something I hadn't realized. It really isn't respected anymore, is it?! When people ask me what I'm doing, I know what they're looking for: an answer along the lines of, "Well, I'm majoring in English at HSU". And that'll be good enough for them. It doesn't matter that that sounds horribly boring, or if I'm enjoying myself, or how I'm going to use that major -- they just want to hear that I'm in school, doing the 4 years.
These days, if people our age don't go to college and live their lives -- working, surfing, doing art, whatever -- it's like a huge "Huh? But that just doesn't happen! It shouldn't! What a waste!" I think that people should try to use their gifts to benefit the world somehow, or do something with themselves, but college doesn't have to be the absolute most ideal activity.
Did you grow up in Texas? Where is home for you? You sound so settled and peaceful in San Jose. Is that homey for you? Do you miss your original home?
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