Recently I found myself at our local park with my dog, Killer. We were conducting our usual activities (playing fetch with small fluorescent tennis balls in close proximity to the practicing Pee Wee football team). I started to think about life which is something I do often, and usually with the brevity of Bill O'Reilly at a Harlem Globe Trotters expo. I began to think about school and life and the purpose of existence. Pretty deep stuff that was, rest assured, extremely trivialized by my dog getting a tennis ball confused with a branch. I came to a conclusion that everything I've done with my life so far has led up and is leading up to a life of some sort when I grow up. I grudgingly admitted that I had begun to work at school and at my extra curriculars just for the sake of working. This was a truly frightening notion. I began to think about what I really wanted from life. If I had to name one thing that I was dedicating all of this work and effort to. Because college is just another step and lately it's begining to seem like the goal. So I stood there for awhile, listening to the sounds of the park, the pubescent cries of the practicing football players, the incessant panting of my dog, smelled the air and made a decision.
I wanted a house that smelt of autumn. After a long, late, and exceptionaly hot summer, fall in the Northeast is finally beginning to rear its head. And that head smells of ground cloves. And cinnamon. And apple cider. And pumpkin pie. And while I may detest the East Coast for everything it stands for, the saturating humidity, the oppressively backwards social mentality, and their inability to make street signs, I do love the fall. When I dream, I often find myself dreaming of jumping into a steaming fresh-from-the-oven pumpkin pie and eating my way out of the delicious middle. Practically, if I tried that in real life I'd probably end up killing myself in an extremely unique, yet still horribly gruesome way.
So, if I could pick one thing to have that I could work towards, it would be that. A nice house nestled in a small forest somewhere smelling of autumn.
In other news, apparently I want to be a pre-law student now. I haven't wanted to be a lawyer since the 6th grade when that was all me and my friend Tyler could think about (until I saw the Client and realized that carbon monoxide poisoning was not the ticket for me).
Expect updates soon on the Short Story from Hell.
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Your recent posting sounds like the normal search for "meaning." It never ends. I am trying to re-orient my thinking in terms of where I might make a positive difference in the lives of others. It is one of those things that you never really know until after the fact. Such is life. One of Theresa's more idealistic grand nephew's has gone into law after spending a summer internship with "Move On", a fairly liberal cause group. He also did a brief stint with the Sierra Club office in DC. It was his wedding we went to in July, 2006. Good luck in your persuits.
I too dream of apple cider, cinnamon, and pumpkin pie smells. October is an amazing month. I love the leaves and everything about it. <3 Pumpkin
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