Friday, November 22, 2013

November

Greetings.

It's hard to believe how fast time has flown! My semester will be finished in about two to three weeks, but it feels as if the majority of academic work has been completed with only a few assignments left.
From my parent's home last month, in the middle of October.

November might be my least favorite month. It's between the bright foliage of October and snowy enchantment of December. The leaves have curled and fallen, the ground is frozen and the days are dark. Yet I've also found so much happiness each day and am working to enjoy every moment of this year and place I'm in now.
I went to a concert several weeks ago with a group of friends and we stopped at this diner afterwards for french fries. It felt very 1950s-ish. :)

I submitted my senior thesis proposal this morning. I won't know if it's approved for a few days, but it's the culmination of this semester's work and will give me a step forward for my thesis due date in April. It was the longest essay/argument I've ever written, but I really loved writing it. 11,000 words and 36 pages!

I accepted a part-time position with a literary journal last week. I'll be an editorial intern and contribute to a few projects.

My friend Carol visited last weekend and it was great to enjoy some time by Lake Champlain. :)

I've felt so happy these past few weeks and have realized too that I've been back in the U.S. for six months. I think it's no coincidence that I feel more at home here and adjusted than I have in the previous few months and suddenly, every small thing about the U.S. that I missed while in the U.K. has proven true and just as wonderful as I imagined it while away.

I'm continuing to write when I can and read as much as possible.

I was reading an anthology of Poems of the Civil War earlier today (a birthday gift from my parents!) and particularly loved these lines:

They snug their huts with the chapel-pews,
In court-houses stable their steeds -- kindle their fires with indentures and bonds,
And old Lord Fairfax's parchment deeds;
And Virginian gentlemen's libraries old --
Books which only the scholar heeds --
And flung to his kennel. It is ravage and range,
And gardens are left to weeds.

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