Once upon a time, say last year, a young 20-something year old dared to pursue her dreams. Better yet, she finally stopped dreaming. She'd never seen fulfillment fully done, didn't know exactly what to do or how to make 'it' happen but something, just something in her knew it was time to start living what she thought she was born for. Self-doubt and lack of imagination had kept her hostage for far too long.
With the types of her keys and the support of several inspirations, she lept...onto the pages of college applications, hoping somewhere in between the generic someone would see her passion and propel her toward her future. Name. Check. Address. Check. Reason for applying? To conquer the word as a writer. Little did she know, that was easier written than done. Eight applications later, she waited. And waited. And waited, for what seemed like a lifetime. Her lifeline lay in the balance of when, where and what if.
It was the beginning of Spring and an all encompassing transition on the horizon; the leaves awakening, the sun peeking through the winter slumber, and the arrival of possibility in the mailbox. Atlanta. San Francisco. San Diego. But it was D.C., the east coast and so far from home in sunny and temperate Southern California, that captured her curiosity and confirmed her road to Howard University.
In fact, that is where we find our anxious, newly acquainted city-girl now: in the throws of change roaming around an unknown jungle where the final moments of the old and the beginning of the new are encroaching. With the end of her first full week in tow, but very much at the start of what is bound to be a wonderful and challenging chapter...
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