I'm a serious music freak and an English major who dreams of writing for Rolling Stone. In reality I've been writing grant proposals and reports for various organizations in Chicago since I graduated from college in 2001, and I've found nonprofit work deeply satisfying. Prior to our engagement last year, my fiance and I spent most of our free time and disposable income traveling to see live music, but we've had to become much more responsible with our finances since we started planning our big fancy party, which will be held at Chicago's Newberry Library in April of 2008. I lived in London for a year as a child, and in the past 15 years Chicago is the only city I've encountered that I love almost as much. I long to live overseas again, and if this country doesn't see some serious political change soon, I could see myself as an expat in Europe or the Caribbean.
Into My Own ~ Robert Frost
One of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom, But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day Into their vastness I should steal away, Fearless of ever finding open land, Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e’er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him they knew— Only more sure of all I thought was true.