y tu mamá también

La vida tiene sus maneras de enseñarnos. La vida tiene sus maneras de confundirnos. La vida tiene sus maneras de cambiarnos. La vida tiene sus maneras de asombrarnos. La vida tiene sus maneras de herirnos. La vida tiene sus maneras de curarnos. La vida tiene sus maneras de inspirarnos.

from now on, we have a plan: one new thing a week.
from now on, we are creating our own paradise.
adventurers, explorers, call it what you will
we are here and we are living and we are inspired, what more can you ask for?

update: 2 months into school

i'm still me. i still wear big sweaters and pregnancy leggings, and i refuse to give up my dad's old flannels. think i might wear them till they are tatters. i have found a new distaste for elitism- especially that of the hipster brand, the most unfounded, ridiculous kind- and a new appreciation for the rarity of an open mind. i still stay in on most nights and realize that in truth, i prefer coffee and conversation to meaningless banter at bars. i still crave independence and i still strive to be the best i can be, but i take breaks more often now to look at the world around me. i have a rediscovered the desire to read and learn and push myself. i love my parents more than ever and miss my sister with 400% of my being. i now realize that my home friendships were in fact real, and that they may change in some aspects but they will never fade from my mind or heart. i'm a little less confident and a little more of a chameleon, but i think that's ok too. i hope that's ok. i am starting to crave companionship sometimes, especially in autumn, but i think it's a sign i'm over you. i'm not as cool as i thought. i wrote my first poem since i've been here last night and i think i like it. i'm starting to worry about my future, but i know it's all going to work out. i've become very good at putting things in perspective. i still long, i still lust, i still listen to ella fitzgerald under the covers with my eyes closed. i'm still me.