detail of van gogh's roses,
one of my favorites at the met
who knows where i'll be come the end of finals this semester.
ready to rock the floral design class i'm registered for and set my dreams of being a freelance florist in motion?
will i have pulled an a in the hardest class in the major?
maybe i'll land a sweet internship in park city.
i might set in motion all my groupon-fueled aspirations of archery, ziplining and scuba diving.
or leave the country again, independently researching soviet architecture.
or i could fall in love.
i mean, why not?