Thursday, May 29, 2008

Norwich makes my socks squelch

I sit on the top floor of a three-story house full of creative writing Masters students in an incense-laden room with a tiger poster on the wall and a skateboard for a shoe rack.

Trees line streets and the rain follows the cobblestones. It's Victoria without the hanging flower baskets and with a few hundred year old stone churches (insert hyphens where you will).

They have yoga and vegetarians and a farm outside the city.

I don't know where I'll work and maybe I won't but maybe I'll stop awhile and see.

It's the first day of the rest of my life, and what do you do with a cliche but peg it as such?

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