Fin in a Waste of Waters

"These moments of escape are not to be despised. They come too seldom....Leaning over this parapet I see far out a waste of water. A fin turns....I note under 'F.,' therefore, 'Fin in a waste of waters.' I, who am perpetually making notes in the margin of my mind for some final statement, make this mark, waiting for some winter's evening." (from Woolf's THE WAVES)

17 September 2006

Today, it begins

This morning, as my alarm went off just a little too early (though far later than my 6:30 a.m. plan...), I was filled with an incredible sense of promise:

Today, it begins.

I just felt, overwhelmingly, that everything lies ahead of me.

Today, I am able to leave this house where I feel so stifled, just like I did growing up, just like I did throughout high school & during college breaks (my friend Shravan is right: when visiting your childhood home, limit it to a week; that's the longest you can stay without becoming a child again).

Today begins the Fulbright, Sussex; today, I am put back on the path.


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