pre-gamin

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oh Minnesota.
The past week has been cold and damp. In a twisted way... these are the days for which I live. The moments of sunshine are cherished; while the moments without, leave me wanting hot tea and a good record.
Not being in school during autumn is a strange feeling... and yet I don't regret an ounce of it. I do however wish I had a job. dare I say? I like to work. I hesitate with this statement because it is a sentiment that I often tease my mother for admitting. I hope that my future career forces me to work hard someday. Whether I track moose poop or own a bakery.
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I'm not ready to leave. I think I'm scared. not of Inida, people, food, or culture. I'm scared of not being needed. Of not helping enough. Of being selfish. Hopefully realizing this is the first step. 6 weeks my friends seems like a long time. take the utmost of care.

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