I used to hate nineteen, remember? It's the sophomore year of life, no one gives a damn, blah blah blah. Right? But you know, recently, I've realized that nineteen is beautiful. So beautiful.

Nineteen is possibilities.
Nineteen is the rest of my life.
Nineteen is Thursday.
Nineteen is perfect.

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I've decided that I'd like a B.A. in English. Getting my degree is going to take a lot longer than I'd prefer, but I'm sure it'll make graduation that much sweeter. So, once I get my degree and I'm certified to teach (K-12), I'm gonna hop a plane to Somewhere Else and teach English there. And then maybe Somewhere Else After That. And then when I'm tired of being Elsewhere, I'll go home and teach English. And maybe even a Speech class. Or Drama. Or write. Or go back to school to learn some more. Or anything! I'm afraid I don't know what you mean this time, Avenue Q.

Everything in that paragraph is subject to change as we all know how fickle I am. But this one feels really good, guys. It feels really right.

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There are lots of fish in the sea, or so I've been told.

Last weekend, I caught a big fish. A really good one. But unfortunately, this particular fish wasn't the keepin' kind. He was the kind you catch, take a few pictures with, and then toss back into the water where he belongs. And then you look at those pictures for days -maybe weeks- after, and you grin every time, and you think, "Yup. Yes sir. That happened. That really happened."

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Australia in two months, Stephanie in three, home soon after that!