Day fifteen (pretend)

Before I die...

I want to live in the country again,

or by the water.

I'm not too picky about where or how. I just want to experience a little more daily nature than lawns and parks allow. I want the special air and expansive views.

Like the Monumental landscape artists of the Northern Song Period or the Romantic landscape painters in Europe, I long for the sublime. But I am a simple girl, I can be awed with less than looming mountains or crashing waterfalls. All I want is a patch of ocean to share or a grassy field and some trees.

In other news, I'm likely going to graduate after one more term after all! Praise God for his goodness, yesterday and always. As it turns out absolutely no one cared that I wasn't going to graduate when I planned to and no one thought I was a giant screw-up. No one except me.

My mom texted me after I wrote yesterday's post (she doesn't have the internet, she just texted this out of the goodness of her heart): "Hi Honey. I know you're disappointed but I'm certainly not disappointed in you. I'm proud of you for hanging in there."

My family is wonderful. When I told Amelia what Mom had said, she wrote: "Aww see I tooold ya" so she gets credit for being the better daughter, thinking well of her mother. She gets credit for a lot of things in my book and I miss her, her family and her country home somethin' awful.

(I've been invited to move into her tree house, but that puts Tom and I in bunk beds, so I declined.)

After continuous searching and researching and configuring and "unconfiguring" one spot in an Astronomy class opened up that fit the bill in more ways than one - I didn't have to change a single class on my original schedule, which is such a blessing because despite getting the pick of the litter I had such a hard time making my schedule this term. When I called to make an appointment with an advisor (to make sure everything was in order) someone had just cancelled and I was able to go in that same day and put my mind at rest.

I could not have hoped for more than all this and I now have a great schedule for my LAST term of school! Critical Approached to Art History (a little late but whateva'), Drawing, an Art History class called Oregon Architecture, and an Astronomy class called something like Galaxy and Universe (Tom is jealous).

This always happens to me, things turn out alright, or better. I tell you, God knows I'm a simple girl, I don't need Niagara Falls to put me in my place in this universe.

The first image is from a room in the Ashland Mountain House Bed & Breakfast, one of the most perfect places in the world, or at least in my world.

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P.S. Sorry I am late again. Yesterday I woke up at 7-something to make Tom sandwich. Instead of doing it the night before we played Carcassonne with Lane, forever. Then I had the whole school thing to deal with that lasted until after my advisor appointment at 3. After that I wanted to zombie. Lane and I got together and hung out (half conscious) until Tom took me off to a late movie (Harry Potter, again, at the cheap theater). I couldn't get into bed fast enough after all that. What can I say? It's Spring Break. Everything's weird.