Words come easier when the only light around you is your computer screen and the only sound is the fan and the keys being pressed. I am in a place called New Orleans, and it is here I realize I am in the middle of a mobile identity. I am no longer Whitney in Iowa City except for when I'm in Iowa City, and it becomes simpler to understand certain things by Dr. Seuss.
If I had a map or a car or a practical knowledge of riding bikes I would be actively mobile, but perhaps it is best I can now realize I have time to work on the homework of Whitney as a student.
hoooola new life!
- whitney
- there once was a girl who liked change, mirror images, and the tide. she found herself curiously exploring options while thinking side thoughts of painting her nails. she wants to meet the rain forest through spanish eyes seeing flocks of butterflies instead as las mariposas. she wants to feel uncomfortable. she wants to smell the smell of a city millions wake up to every day. she wants to ride alongside gauchos. then one day she flew to buenos aires and stayed a while. this is her story.
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