I'm electric with vertigo, even though I'm on the ground, vertigo like I felt once when I stood on the edge of a high cliff in Arizona and looked straight down.
May 4, 2006Blog Entry #1There once was a girl who took everything for granted._ She had friends.__he had good friends__riends who saw her geeky exterior but loved her anyway, friends who had known her since before she knew herself. But she wanted more.__he had people who loved her. She had a huge house on a hill. A bedroom as big as a studio apartment. But she still wasn't satisfied. She moved to the ends of the earth _ Long Island, New York. She thought it would be exciting. And for a little while it was. But she soon found that life in the __ity_ wasn__ everything she hoped for. Before long, all the shops and landmarks were meaningless, and she realized that all the parties in the world meant nothing__specially if she didn't have the people to share them with. She decided to make a distress call. She lined up coconuts. H______She spent one and a half years on her __eserted island._ Then, a moving truck finally answered her call. But little did she know that she was returning to her home as a different person. She was returning with lessons of contentment that would stick with her forever. Lessons of gratitude, integrity, faith, and love. Exposure to things and ideas she would have never seen in Snellville, Georgia. How she could be and how her life could be_ She drove back down only to find that she wasn't the only one who had changed.
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May 4, 2006Blog Entry #1There once was a girl who took everything for granted._ She had friends.__he had good friends__riends who saw her geeky exterior but loved her anyway, friends who had known her since before she knew herself. But she wanted more.__he had people who loved her. She had a huge house on a hill. A bedroom as big as a studio apartment. But she still wasn't satisfied. She moved to the ends of the earth _ Long Island, New York. She thought it would be exciting. And for a little while it was. But she soon found that life in the __ity_ wasn__ everything she hoped for. Before long, all the shops and landmarks were meaningless, and she realized that all the parties in the world meant nothing__specially if she didn't have the people to share them with. She decided to make a distress call. She lined up coconuts. H______She spent one and a half years on her __eserted island._ Then, a moving truck finally answered her call. But little did she know that she was returning to her home as a different person. She was returning with lessons of contentment that would stick with her forever. Lessons of gratitude, integrity, faith, and love. Exposure to things and ideas she would have never seen in Snellville, Georgia. How she could be and how her life could be_ She drove back down only to find that she wasn't the only one who had changed.
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