Come fire, come water, come karma:

We're all in transition.

I have begun the process of searching for graduate schools. So far, I have six schools that could be potentials (UB, three in Chicago, and two in NYC), but I would ideally like to narrow my choices down to two or three. I had searched for a few schools in the UK as well, but while I did find some schools that suited me, none of them were in London and I am afraid that their theory and practice would be quite different from the United States. Plus, the UK consists of two ten hour, combined, plane rides; I can get to NYC and Chicago by driving, all in around eight hours with no massive body of water separating me from home.

Can it just be December, please, so I can graduate and get this process on the road? I am so excited!

Three conclusions for the night:

1. You will never, no matter how hard you work, receive adequate recognition. People will always underestimate your abilities because they don’t recognize your strengths.

2. How I Met Your Mother is amazing.

3. My dog is fantastic, and he is the most human-like creature I have ever seen with the most emotive face.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I would take him home and do awful things to him any and/or every day of the week. He is my second favorite musician (just a teensy tiny bit behind Robert Smith).

I’m like 90% sure I’m going back to England for the Reading Festival…AND I AM SO EXCITED!

I love the nights when Bob Dylan just feels like the right thing to listen to. 

Bob Dylan, a book, a glass of blueberry wine, and this wonderful breeze coming in through my window.

<3

I would like to scoop up my parents, Bartholomew, a few of my friends, and my boys at work, and move them to London so that way I could live there happily forever.

I would give absolutely anything and every single thing in my life up to relive those days over and over, forever, just as long as I can share all of it with the people that I love the most.

London, I miss you and the people that you are keeping from me at this very moment.

Saying the goodbyes that you know are going to have more and more time between each one, and trying to fight it as much as you can because you don’t want to have to say goodbye for good even though you know you already did.

Saying the goodbyes that you wish would be the last one every time you say it, but not having the self-control to fight it off.