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Alida: A 23-year-old Canadian exploring the infinite abyss that is New York City.

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Uncle Richard, me, and James Earl Jones - Tuesday, Apr. 04, 2006
So beautiful when the boy smiles - Sunday, Apr. 02, 2006
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Well. Almost $300 later, I have new glasses and a 6 month (read: 2 year) supply of contacts on the way, and a brand-new prescription that just confirms that my eyes have been steadily deteriorating since age 8, and at this rate I'll be completely blind before I know it! It's slowed down a lot since I was a kid, but still, the prescription is slightly stronger now than it was the last time I had them checked--2 years ago.

Hmmm. I'm excited. For several things, and for nothing in particular. For dreams and aspirations, and far-out non-realities, and little treats, and new friends, and old friends. For taking risks and going on adventures and being brave and doing scary things and waiting to see if there's going to be a payoff. For comfortability and complacency and that fuzzy-slippers-and-warm-pyjamas-straight-out-of-the-dryer kind of feeling. For the familiarity of home and the knowledge that new things are just coming within my grasp. For letters and phone calls and visits and surprises.

There's an anticipatory feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I don't know which of those is going to satisfy it, but I'm looking forward to something, even if I don't know exactly what it is right now.

Ain't life grand?

One year ago today: I feel like I'm sitting in some sort of a ... I don't know. Not a rut, really, but I don't feel like I'm growing, in a lot of ways. In some ways, I don't feel like there's anywhere for inspiration, but I know that I'm just not looking for it as hard as I should be. There are little things every day that I can see God's presence in; little things that I can write about and learn from. Maybe I'm just not open enough to it.
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