The pace of my life has shifted. Gone are the days of wondering only as far as lunch. Not that I don't still wonder about lunch. Because I do. Often. It's just that a lot is about to change. On multiple levels, I'm hoping.
I'll be graduating from UF this June. See, though, think of June as the doorway in that scene from Poltergeist. I'm running towards it, running and running and writing and reading and studying towards it, but it keeps getting farther and farther away. I hated that fucking movie. This is why, people, I, at the tender age of 22, continue to dramatically pull back the shower curtain during 4am bathroom breaks from sleep. But I digress.
After I successfully exorcise the poltergeist from my college degree, the Moran family is taking a trip to Spain to reconnect with our Galician roots. We'll be staying with family who inherited a place there. I am SO stoked, as you can imagine. As soon as I get back, I plan to sell all my shit (furniture and whatever...call me) move into a rent-by-the-month place to get situated before The LefT its leave for FUCKIN TOUR. We're going up the East Coast and Midwest. 25 cities if all goes according to plan. We've already got a few shows booked and lines have been dropped all over the Eastern US. I've never done traveling like this before. Not only will I be outside of the family context, freeing me to express myself as an individual, but I will be sharing a van and the limelight with two of the dykiest (/amazing/funny) girls I know. If I don't get "mad puss," as Maria says, I'm gon be pissed.
After I return as a fully blossomed Lotus/Sexually Implicit Georgia O'Keefe Flower, I will tie up loose ends in Gainesville (I'll need to rest after a month and a half of driving, performing, partying, sexing the East Coast/sell more shit/drive, sex, party, perform in Gainesville), I'll be taking maself and my sweet little dogger, McDougal, to an apple. The Big Apple to be exact, where I will move in with two more super cool/sweet NYC by way of Gainesville girls and work for a small yet highly profitable book company, make modest yet comfortable wages, fall in love with everyone I meet before finding some Quick Draw McDyke to share ownership of my dog and my bookish wages.
So, that's what it looks like from here. I'll let you know what churns out when that Poltergeist door calms down.
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Mosephine
