Come a full four months later, and I am just about done with my first semester of college.
And boy, what a defining time of my life this has become.
The inspiration for this post (no pun intended) came at the end of my final Urban Ecology class. Of all my classes this semester, it has become my favorite. This last class period was no different. I decided about a month or so ago that instead of pursuing architecture as my career goal to go about becoming an Urban Planner. After city planning meetings, classes, in the field experience and finding what peaked my interest, I realized that instead of just becoming the architect for buildings, I wanted to become the architect of whole cities.
It's a little ambitious, but I think all along it is what my experiences have been pointing me to.
So if you are one of those beautiful Carolinians who still manages to keep up with my life despite my two year absence from that beautiful state, you'll remember my endless summer passion for playing in the creek near my house. But I didn't just wade or fish or sit and watch (although I did all of those things as well), I built and I created. I made canals, aqueducts, bridges, imaginary countries and peoples and cultures and damns and roads. I knew I had an affinity for Urban settings (you can see this a bit in my application essay to the University of Virginia) and moving to Salt Lake City only furthered that love for walking among city avenues.
Consequently, I've indulged myself more than ever in the work of designing cities and transit and urban settings. My Little Book of Thoughts has become absolutely full of them.
But I've done a lot more than switch my major this first semester. I think now more than at any other point in my life I am really beginning to understand myself. I think it is a long process from April 8th of 2012 to now, when I realized for the first time the need to live an authentic life. Consequently, I really am a different person now. I think I am more open to new ideas, more humble in my interactions and more appreciative of the value of life.
I am a humanist deist.
I am not LDS.
I am falling in love with life and with humanity. I am more optimistic than ever before and more content with knowing that more things than not are going to be out of my control. I am learning a worthy pattern about myself and understanding how my emotions operate.
I write a lot of poetry now. Like, a lot. That more than anything has become my most productive outlet for emotions and ideas.
I'm becoming more and more inspired, as each additional sunrise gives edge to greater understanding.
There is a poem I wrote yesterday that I think I'll post on here in a few hours. It's called, "Come March". I think it sums up quite a total of my feelings recently.
As a last moment of thought, this is one of my favorite pictures that I've stumbled across this semester, this particular one from my architecture class. It is the Stahl House in Los Angeles, California.
A perfect juxtaposition of the intimacy of human contact to the infinite possibility of life.
I really do mean this-- Thank you for reading and feeling what I have written.
A. Browne Sebright