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Ummm...
2007-03-12 4:50 p.m.
It has been half a year since I wrote in this box. That seems somehow unacceptable. I think I perform a juggling act with aspects of my life and sometimes all my concentration on the big pieces makes me forget the little ones.
You may be interested to know that in another half of a year I will flying to Lyon to spend 10 months studying political science and French literature along side real French people. I hope to become a more cultured and interesting individual. I worry that really I'm going to be constantly terrified to open my mouth and speak in French.
Today is beautiful, sunny, and hot on my campus that pushes towards the ocean. On the sunny days I feel like we're sliding down the cliffs into the water. The chilled breeze sometimes smells like salt and sand. The air is misty and grainy. Yesterday morning I ran down to Blacks Beach and observed myself running on top of the gold flecks in the water.
I hope to live in many beautiful places in my life. I have lived by English woods and good Indian restaurants, in baking valleys, and by the ocean. Next year I will live in a city sinking into its history and pulled by its present. I recommend Regina Spektor to you.
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