“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.”
This semester, like many others told of before, is one of a new place, a new home, a new set of friends, a new outlook. A new life.
It’s the same story I told when I came for Linfield, when I joined a sorority, when I cried upon seeing my dogs over skype.
It’s the story I told when I went to Trinidad, when I sang songs, when I drank in the atmosphere.
It’s the story I told when I added another major, when I composed with different friends, when I saw bits of my old self reform into someone new.
It’s the story I told when I decided to take a year off, when I found I could do most anything, when I decided I could be happy just about anywhere.
And it’s the story I’m telling now: of a new country (but an old feeling), of an old language (but a new tongue), of a different outlook (but through the same eyes).
It’s the same story. The words may change, the place may move, my thoughts my wander. But no matter how I tell it, it’s a story I am utterly grateful for.
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