Summer's Last Hurrah!

It was a really sudden final blast of summer, apparently, a few days ago. Yesterday was absolutely perfect. Today too.  There's something I love so much about waking up and feeling chilly - not cold from the air-conditioning, that's a different feeling. Chilly, and needing to wrap yourself in your quilt, and you can almost smell the dry leaves and warm dinners coming up. It's time to wear sweaters and slippers around the house.

I love this weather.

 

I printed out some applications for colleges. I'm going to apply to City Colleges and the University of Maine at Farmington. I expect to get accepted to CSI, maybe the second one I chose. Not Hunter or Farmington. But I'm working on the amdissions essay for Farmington now, and if I don't get accepted, no big deal. I'll apply again for fall 2008. I'll keep applying until I get in.

 

The truth is that I love New York City. I really do. I feel it in my blood, I hear it in my voice. I know the sidewalk dance we all do, twirling and passing each other.

But I did was up one day a year ago and said to myself that I wanted to live in Maine.

That feeling has never left. I do want to move there. At least for a little while. I want to experience a small town way of living. Where things aren't so hectic, and the air is clean, and the trees are full and bright and green and are actual forests that go on forever, not city mandated plots of land with trees that are dying and sickly.

Warm springs, hot summers, cool autumns, and cold winters.

I want real snow.

I want to be somewhere different.

 

So, I do need to finish school - so why not go to Maine for school. I searched for universities in Maine, and found Farmington - it has both a creative writing and theater program. No other UoM schools seemed to offer both of those courses.

And I'll figure out how to pay for it. Somehow. The thought of possibly moving far away, where I can't visit my family and friends everyday if I really wanted to, frightens me. It does. But it's time to shake things up. Wake up my life. Do something different, expand my horizons, and give a big finger to routine.

 

Yes, it's a scary notion. It's a notion I have time to get excited about. It's a thing I have to do. I can't just not do something because I'm afraid or unsure.

 

 

Also, I'm wearing my slippers, and that makes me happy.