Salt Water

I just wrote my farewell letter. I'm a mess.
(Think of something else .... ok.)
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The lovely lady was fine with the change of plans. Now I need approval for those days before I book a flight. The other school has a site which I looked at. Wow. Just. wow. And not an ostentatious wow either. Just a sort of sweet wow. Think nature, think historical geographical experiences, think pedestrian friendly, think fog (I miss fog).
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Yeah, but I ain't puttin' all my eggs in one basket no sirrree.

Thanks to a kindhearted, tea-sipping, ink-feathered, avian friend I'm exploring other options. Maybe that job I thought people had to be born into, which is why I never thought to see if one could take courses in it, can be a possibility in three years. Oh, and after lots of loans of course.

Still.
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I'm a mess****CV