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It's strange to me how homeless I have felt while in college, but this year especially. Autumn is my absolute favorite time of year but now that it's here, I can't help but miss the humid, hot, sunny days of Southern summers. I find myself daydreaming about the Christmases I had growing up in Florida where the green was omnipresent and "cold" was 50 degrees. Every school year around this time of peak hiking season, I begin planning my grand escape to drop out of school, pack up my car, and start driving with no clear destination other than the pursuit of good art and better views. 

I have to convince myself to go to class in the mornings instead of the canyon. I tell myself that I won't be trapped in Utah, that one day I'll explore the whole world and capture it all on a memory card. But those days seem far off and my dreams almost unattainable. Probably doesn't help when I write my heart away on my blog rather than my lecture notes. 

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