the future

In two weeks and two days I will be home. 2 weeks and 2 days. 2 and 2. 22. Just like how old I am. Coincidence? I think not. While I know that I will be sad later, just like when I realized I was graduating, right now I am very anxious to just get the ball rolling with the rest of my life. Being here in Ecuador has been a really cool and enlightening experience and I am very very glad that I came, but sometimes I feel like I am just treading water while the rest of my life is on pause and waiting in the wings. Wow, talk about a mixed metaphor.

But really. For the first time in my life it seems that I have a real goal and I am excited to work towards it. And by work I really mean work because it is going to be really expensive to live in Boston and go to this bookbinding school, but I am so SO excited about it I can't even say. I figured out the financial logistics today and I'm going to have to make between $1500 and $2000 a month from December to August if I want to be able to pay for housing and just a third of tuition for the first year. I think I can do it. And by I think I mean I will because it will be so so so cool. And bookbinding completes me. That is all.