“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.” 

-Eleanor Roosevelt

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. 

Thanks for stopping by. 

 

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