Me and my OTC pack. Thumbs up for COBRA health plan!
I will be leaving very soon and as is my modus operandi, I have waited to the last moment to submit my b-school apps.
I’ve hastily thrown my suitcase together, rummaging through my growing mound of worldly possessions that is slowly invading my grandfather’s garage. I've made countless runs to CVS: I am a walking pharmacy of over-the-counter drugs, a legal drug mule, if you will. I'm pretty proud of myself for having shoved my things into a tiny rolling suitcase.
Between introspective essays and decaf soy lattes, I’ve read Eat, Pray, Love and gotten through most of my freshman year Spanish textbook. Recommended to me by several people, Eat, Pray, Love was a great, cynical, quasi-self-help book without the stigma of being a self-help book.
It's me, my tiny suitcase, and my trusty backpack against the world.
I definitely liked the Eat and the Love part, but I found the Pray part a little slow and boring, which if you know me, seems quite fitting.
I’m not sure I’ll be able to accomplish the same level of self-reflection and spiritual balance, but I will definitely try to Eat and Love a lot.
I already Love to Eat so how hard can it be?
I may allude to the protagonist’s experiences and revelations, so I apologize if that gets annoying.
I will try to create the same approachability and relatability to my blog.
My blog…it’s taking on the airs of some great magnus opus and perhaps, that is exactly what it is.
In the end, what do we have left but our memories and our failed magni opera (?).
After five years of Latin, I’m not even sure how to put that into the plural.
The next 9 months have big shoes to fill. My past travels haven't been bad! See random pics!
Here we go! Giddyap!