.wanderlust.

And it has struck again. Post-nap insomnia followed by a dose of guilt, and maybe with a side of nostalgia. There is no title because I can't find anything to really sum this up, yet. Nor do I have any direction for this post; although it has been a while. I'm extremely ready to be done with school. Week 7 is upon me, midterms are finished, and I only have 5 papers and 2-3 exams left to my college career.

Then it's done.
School will be finished. Bachelor's degree will be acquired. And very possibly I will be moving back to Houston. And then, possibly to France.

No one really tells you about the stresses of leaving college. I mean, expectations automatically lead to "find a job," or "try to find a job," "support yourself." Basically: enter into a world with very little actual real-life experience and a small chance to actually support yourself and be successful! Congrats! You have officially reached that land of no return. I refuse to give in to that. I will not concede to standards set up for my by a society that knows nothing more than giving ideal advice. There is nothing ideal about the real universe, except for my very own ideals.

All I can say is that I cannot imagine not having the people I have come to know in my life. No matter how far I go from Portland, everyone I have met and loved here will always stay in my heart. They will have my whole heart. And always have my heart. And very possibly I will be coming back here when I'm done with my roaming travels... So many good things have happened because I decided to stay in Portland 5 years ago, rather than go back home to Houston.

So I can say whole-heartedly: Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Never give up, and definitely never  give in. To all the dreamers, the lovers, the fighters, the broken-hearted, the pained, the worth-while, and those who never, ever give up: this is all for you. With all my love.