"'The time has come,' the Walrus said,
'To talk of many things:
Of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax
Of cabbages and kings
And why the sea is boiling hot
And whether pigs have wings.'"
I'm finally doing what I was meant to do all this time. I'm full-filling my purpose as a college student, I only came here to get out. In one month I will be leaving this lovely little town that I have come to know every part of. Stumbling through the chipped paint alleys, reading inside the Catholic bell tower, stargazing on the yuppie's golf course. Wayne, I love you but I'm not in love with you, we can still be friends. I'm going to vigilante-bushwhack through the cement jungles of this crop infested state. I sacrifice my starry skies, my midnight bike rides, my country roads, and my empty park afternoons for a city. A gas guzzling, light polluted, technology obsessed city. How long will this last?
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