Still basking in the loveliness of an Italian holiday, the end of the semester came sweeping by and crashing to a close with finals and term papers seen in the dim light of computer screens at various hours of the night and morning. Somehow, now, I sit in the sunlight family room with Vermont mountains half-tinged in spring green out my window. I woke late, attempting to fulfill a fours year sleep deficit. I felt the need to write.
And now begins "real life". Diploma in hand, what comes next? The job search, the volunteer position, . . . I think the college president was right in asking parents and friends to pause before they ask the graduates that question. It can be rather hard to answer. Thankfully for me, I have a very supportive family and a house to stay in until I know the next step.
Is becoming a gypsy artist in Italy allowed?
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