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Growing up, my sister and I used to play house and talk about what life would be like when we were old (back when old meant 25). She would live on a farm and have kids and bake cookies while rocking fabulous hair and telling hilarious jokes, and I would live in the city and have kids and bake chocolate chip cookies with cinnamon and toasted pecans (please) and blend orange fizzies. Ha.
When I was 21, I took a trip to Chicago to check out a graduate program, and while I was there, I ran into someone in a train station who was applying for Peace Corps. I don't actually remember much from this encounter, but she said she had to go overseas now ... that grad school could wait. I was jealous! :) I looked at her, starting her post-undergrad life "giving back" with the world at her feet and new expereinces ahead, and I wanted to be in her shoes. So, I applied for Peace Corps, and her shoes became my shoes, and they led me in a brand new direction.
A few weeks ago, I claimed to have lived in every nook of this sprawling city of Atlanta. Someone called me out, saying I'd never actually lived in the city at all. Uh, yes I ...well, no I haven't. ;P While simmering on ideas of moving inland, I found this letter from Gram.
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It seems like a confirmation to me of a new chapter. It's time to get packing and get crackin...errr. Maybe just packing. ;P
Fizzy. Urban Orange. Housewarming.
Aubrey
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When I was 21, I took a trip to Chicago to check out a graduate program, and while I was there, I ran into someone in a train station who was applying for Peace Corps. I don't actually remember much from this encounter, but she said she had to go overseas now ... that grad school could wait. I was jealous! :) I looked at her, starting her post-undergrad life "giving back" with the world at her feet and new expereinces ahead, and I wanted to be in her shoes. So, I applied for Peace Corps, and her shoes became my shoes, and they led me in a brand new direction.
A few weeks ago, I claimed to have lived in every nook of this sprawling city of Atlanta. Someone called me out, saying I'd never actually lived in the city at all. Uh, yes I ...well, no I haven't. ;P While simmering on ideas of moving inland, I found this letter from Gram.
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It seems like a confirmation to me of a new chapter. It's time to get packing and get crackin...errr. Maybe just packing. ;P
Fizzy. Urban Orange. Housewarming.
Aubrey
