Spring!

Even with two feet of snow on the ground, it was a beautiful day.  The sun was out, the sky was a brilliant blue.  I can just tell that spring is on the way.  I just can’t stop dreaming of summer, lately.  Really, it happens every winter.  My friends and I came up with a name for it until we found out it was a real thing.  We called it Sunlight Deprivation Disorder, I think.  It’s not even that I like the weather of summer that much; I’ve always liked autumn more.

I spent all day reading.  I reread Beka Cooper: Terrier by Tamora Pierce, and I started to reread Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman.  Good Omens is one of the best books I’ve ever read, flat out.  It’s not the type of book that’s really for everyone, as it can be complex and the humor can be difficult to understand for the average fourteen year old.  Most adults would understand it, at least.  While I’m here making recommendations, read Elantris by Brandon Sanderson.  Do it.  Now.  Trust me.

Seeing the World + Bad News

That’s what I want to do. My little corner of the world is…cultureless, if that’s at all possible. I want to travel, to meet people, to really experience different lifestyles, rather than just being a tourist. I’m studying French and Spanish right now, and I’m taking up German and Latin next year. I travel with my parents a lot. We’ve been to St. Maarten/St. Martin (depends on which side of the island), St. Thomas, the Bahamas, and that’s basically it. I live close to the Canadian border, so I’ve been there a lot, too. But we’ve always gone as tourists, never as travelers. Some of my friends who are taking German right now have the opportunity to go to Germany for a few weeks this summer, and I’m so jealous. My brother could study abroad in England, New Zealand, Australia, and tons of other places. But he won’t, when I would kill for that kind of opportunity. He’s comfortable here. I’m not. I’m going stir-crazy here in this average suburb. “The suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth,” as Rush said in Subdivisions. Truer words have never been spoken. I need to get out, but I can’t. Not for another 3 years, at least. But when I leave, I’m going to New York City. I know what you’re thinking. “High taxes, high housing rates, crime everywhere, 4th most miserable city in the U.S.” I know all of that. But NYC is a city where everything happens. There’s never boredom, never quiet, never dullness. Not to mention, it’s one of the biggest cultural mixing pots (not to mention artistic centers) in the country. I need that life, that energy. And I’ll travel. Anywhere and everywhere.

Terry Pratchett, one of my favorite authors, has been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s.  It was back in December, and I just heard about it today.  It sucks.  He’s one of the greatest minds of this era, and his mind is being eaten by disease.  If anyone can find a way to contact him, tell me.  Send him your love and support, and then go out and read his books.  You won’t regret it.