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Dear London – hi. Hello. I have only been here once before, now I am here for a year. You are centuries old and I’m young and tiny, but I think we will get along just fine.
So, London – veni vidi mansi. Eamus!
Home is where –
No.
Home is who
(Fill your own blank
With yourself
Someone
The one)
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Tomorrow.
Tomorrow I’m boarding my plane to a new country. To a new city full of millions of people and towards a masters degree at one of the best universities in the field.
I’m not nervous yet. That usually happens at the airport. I’ve packed my things, cleared my head a little, taken a few last photos of home and house and family.
It’s probably just a new chapter – but it feels like a new book. I have no idea what is going to happen, but that is okay. Any journey is worth going on, and maybe I’ll find a few great adventures and words along the way.
Dear London – I’m coming.
We’re too young to worry this much, they say. We’re too young to ask for that much change, they hiss. When else will we worry, we scream, and how else will we bring change, if we can’t be sure to grow old enough to be allowed worries and anger and actions by them?
Adrian Shine, the leader of the Loch Ness Project, looks exactly like how I imagined the leader of the Loch Ness Project looks like – via http://ift.tt/23z6vND
What a masterpiece of a photo.
He looks like he knows everything
We are born in September. We are children of autumn, daughters of the wildest storms, sons of the ancient equinox. Change does not come for us. We bring it upon the world.
Moami 