so it occurs to me as I'm sitting here, utterly failing to muster the motivation required to complete my final Turkey exam (though not the final assignment) that I have had a pretty wild ride here.

It was a pretty gutsy decision to go all the way out to the middle of Iowa, to a college I had only heard of about a year prior, to a group of complete strangers WITHOUT a coherent idea of just what the hell I would be doing there.

I can't help but feel that a lot of my life has been dumb luck, and that many of the stories I could tell from this place would require so much back story that I am afraid they will be lost as I resign myself never to tell them.


My advice to any readers I might have, is to explore empty spaces. You never know where you're going to find places like Grinnell, where everyone is completely unaware of the outside world but somehow still connected to it.

I no longer feel constrained by this place, as I once did. It is sad that I must leave soon. Oh well.