Dusting Off...

As I browse through graduate schools, tossing the ideas of road trips, writers' workshops, and the University of Vermont through my head, I decide to sign back on to my good ole' blog. Once, an assignment for a class, and now an escape from the terrifying reality that I will be faced with a mere five months from now: I will be graduating college. Where the hell am I going? Still, I have not changed. I am constantly engrossed in novels, many times more than one at a time, and I always ponder ways I could make a career out of reading books. A geek's fantasy, I know. I've come to that sad conclusion. They are also wonderful escapes from reality, and in some cases provide some inspirational wisdom and motivation.

For example, I've recently begun to read, Eat, Pray, Love, by Elizabeth Gilbert. "Don't you see?! It's fate!" I screamed to my mother as I explained the coincidental connection of my sudden epiphany to travel and discover myself to the suggestion of this book that she recently threw at me. The book seems to literally be written for me. OK, not literally, but it certainly feels as though Gilbert is actually reaching out to me and pushing me to finally take that road trip that I've always wanted to do. Or--just another tip to fate--the trip to Europe my childhood friend has also suddenly invited me on. She, just as lost as myself, is eager and hungry to travel.

As I scratch another book off my reading list, I decide to start making a list of places to travel. And just as I plan to finish my reading list, I intend to whole heartedly indulge in some serious travel in the near future. What the hell, right?...I'm 22 years old, about to graduate from college, and seriously behind in grad school applications. Perhaps I need this change of pace first. I need to see more of this crazy world.