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Update: hi, sorry i missed you

 big exhale. A long and difficult morning full of tears of both joy and maybe tears of fear or sadness or something else i can't put my finger on.

currently stationed in Birch harbor Maine, typing furiously because I've been dreading reconnecting with the rest of the world. Sitting in a chair a woman died in a year ago. It's comfortable. Clouds roll in and out over the water. It's 9:38 am. 

Sometimes change that has been planned happens so fast you barely even see it happen. Ploop! Here I am in paradise! Ploop! Suddenly the brief vacation that Mom and I were having turns into an actual life I'm living. Woah! I don't wan't to necessarily slow down, I just need to catch my breath.

As expected, the last two weeks of school destroyed my immune system. I can't believe humans weren't made to be working nonstop from 5:30-8pm every day. I'm sniffling and coughing a bit but that seems to be the only symptoms of this slight cold.

Recap: had an amazing residency show with Lily Smith at UW-Stout (check her out), put a bow on a ton of finals and passed all my classes. Graduated Magna Cum Laude from UW-Stout. Took my degree and tried so very hard to have every experience I ever wanted in Menomonie. Did a lot of day drinking. And now boom, I'm in Maine. I've got myself a quaint little job slinging food at a brewery and accommodations living with a local woman on the water. I'm hoping to have my rent reduced by working on some projects about the house. 

The 17th-21st were spent with mom, who treated me to an excellent roadtrip and vacation. We didn't fight once. I love her, it'll be hard to not see her for several months.

We did all the things:

love you, mom!


and now here I am! work is starting soon....must get ready. Please reach out to me if you need anything. I'm going to try and figure out a new routine and way of life that feels better than the soul crushing pace of university. Everyone seems to be very concerned about how I'm going to use my degree. I'll figure that out later, for now....drink coffee, look at ocean, find new normal.

love you all.








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