May 2013
5 posts
I’m like a five-year-old on Christmas morning right now. I was up at 6:30 a.m., wide awake, and so excited.
I’ve got another hour and a half before I head to school so we can be on our way to O’Hare, but I’ve got a lot of luggage moving around to do before then.
I have a packing problem.
I’m in the middle of finishing my research papers right now, but I just didn’t feel like it anymore and this seemed like a better alternative.
I have nothing packed, I still have 200 more words to write, and I still have 4 and a half books to finish, but all that I care about is that in 48 hours, I’ll be in an airplane, on my way to Dublin. I just can’t explain how excited...
I said yesterday that I wanted to post this one poem I really loved, and there’s another one I just read that’s just gorgeous, too, so I’m going to post both of those so I have them for the future, and also just in case anyone wants to read some wonderful poems by Irish authors.
This is the third stanza from a W.B. Yeats poem called “The Stolen Child.” The last four...
I haven’t done this in a while. I kept a blog while I was temporarily living in Orlando a year and a half ago, and that was the best nine months of my life. And now, while I’m back at home, I can look back on those posts and the little things I’d never remember if I hadn’t written it all down at the time. Well, I’m back home and I’m going on new adventures now. In just a few days, I’ll be in...
