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this morning I made incredible coffee, and snuck off to the beach with my books and my journal. I chose a place slightly secluded. a porch swing behind our motel. I love finding little spots like this. It looked onto the beach and the waves, but kept me away from all the people. I just sat there, swinging. with the wind drying my hair. book in my lap and coffee in my hand. Velvet elvis, i suggest it to everyone, rob bell is a genius. I love days like this. its amazing the power of a good book, a good cup of coffee or a good song. it just lightens the soul.

security is mostly a superstition. it does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all. - helen keller i like this, and i dont like it. but it made me think.

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Yesterday i bought moving boxes. Ten brown cardboard boxes, 5 small, 5 medium, into which all of my things will go, carefully chosen, carefully wrapped. Off to a new home. MY home. I'm about to embark on a big adventure. Halfway across the country. i look forward to the hours of driving. just me and my brown cardboard boxes. the open road stretching in front of me. Starbucks in my cup holder, my Ipod working hard. its almost an active representation of my transition. from child to adult. from cities to cornfields. flat. wide open spaces. where a girl can breathe. I feel like my heart will finally be at home. i can't wait to walk barefoot in that midwest dirt. to a small town. to cornfields. to a place with communities. the land of new beginnings. i can't wait.