013103It was official. A new season had begun. Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off-course, we wouldn�t fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life, and people go. But it�s comforting to know, the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you�re very lucky, a plane ride away. - Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker), Sex and the City 013003There's a place for us
There's a time for us
We'll find a new way of living
There's a place for us
- West Side Story 012703I am taking a class this semester entitled Visual Communication. The first day, my professor began talking about materialism and how rampant it runs throughout our country. I began to think to myself while she was lecturing. Now I know I am materialistic. Almost every item of clothing in my wardrobe boasts a well-known label. I've gone through countless pairs of Doc Martens. I own a Fendi purse. Heck, I am the poster girl for materialism. When I began to put it in perspective, I started chuckling to myself. How ridiculous am I? There is much more to life than owning the right accessories. And right at that moment, the strangest thought occurred to me: I should become a farmer. Don't ask me how it happened, but in the middle of Muprhy Hall's room 130, I started to envision myself in another world. The picture was slowly coming together in my mind. I imagined standing on the porch of my classic farmhouse, looking out over the rows and rows of corn stalks sprouting up before my very eyes. Off to the side of the house, there was a pen with pigs gleefully rolling in the mud, their squeals reminding me of the days of Slip 'n Slides. Past the pigs were cows; "moo moos," as I lovingly refer to them. But these cows are not for milking. They exist solely for me to pet and sleep with in the hay. Darting to and fro, bridging the gap between the pigs and the cows, are my two pug dogs, Samuel J. Pug and Bob. They are as chipper as cats on catnip, jumping and yelping to pull my thoughts back to reality. I glance at my animals, my animals, and feel the grin creep across my mouth. I stick my hands in the pockets of my overalls. Sighing to myself, on my porch, looking out over my land, I can't help but think how great life is. This is what it is all about. It doesn't matter if I own the right car, have the right job, or make the most money. I am happy and content on my porch with the life I've chosen. The girl to my right tried to reach into her backpack unnoticed, but accidentily, she gently nudged my leg. "Sorry," she whispered at me. I glanced at her with a look of bewilderment on my face. It took me a second to realize I was sitting in the midst of 100 students, all with their eyes glued to the power point presentation. I blinked a few times, slowly coming back to reality. "Had that really been a dream?" I thought to myself. It truly seemed real. I could smell the cornstalks, the hay, the pig feed. I felt the summer breeze whisk through my pink tank top and denim overalls. Is this what I want? I can't seem to tell anymore. First it was New York. Then it was here. Now�I'm horribly unsure. Some people change majors. I change "life plans," as I like to call them. It's my vision of where I will be down the road. I know I want to write. I know I want to get married and have a family. It's the in between stuff that gets me. I love Minnesota more than any place in the world. It is my home. Granted, anywhere I move will become home, but my heart will always belong to this state. I want to experience all of it, especially the parts I have yet to discover. I want to catch a walleye. I want to ride on a snowmobile. I want to canoe in the Boundary Waters. My life is quickly approaching. I'm coming to the crossroads and I have to decide. Where do I want life to take me? I should become a farmer...and I could wear overalls every day.
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