Tuesday, April 22, 2003
Our worldly traveler is back to sleep in her own bed for a night.
She has fallen in love. Truly, madly, deeply, and as always nothing else can possibly compare.
My calling.
But tomorrow she shall continue on her journey, attempting to find some place that feels as absolutely right.
I keep trying to take everything I've seen and put it in a box and forget about it for now. I keep trying, but I keep failing. Everything is running through my mind.
I buried my heart at Swarthmore College.
There are a billion reasons for this, none of which I have the energy to write about. There are so many interesting people in this world. I am so ready to be done with highschool.
She has fallen in love. Truly, madly, deeply, and as always nothing else can possibly compare.
My calling.
But tomorrow she shall continue on her journey, attempting to find some place that feels as absolutely right.
I keep trying to take everything I've seen and put it in a box and forget about it for now. I keep trying, but I keep failing. Everything is running through my mind.
I buried my heart at Swarthmore College.
There are a billion reasons for this, none of which I have the energy to write about. There are so many interesting people in this world. I am so ready to be done with highschool.
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