"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
One whole week with all my friends, visiting four of Europe’s best theme parks including a trip up the Eiffel Tower and a boat trip along the River Seine.
I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning,
How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me,
And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue
to my bare-stript heart,
And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.
This year I moved to Portland Oregon with my family after 21 years in Athens Georgia (and 30 years before that in Alabama). It was bittersweet moving so far away from so many loved ones, but it also felt right for myself and my family for reasons I can't quite put into tangible terms other than to say it felt like a calling and a gut instinct thing and following such things has always been my way of living my life and I couldn't find any reason to not continue doing so at this juncture. It was hard, scary and at times emotionally brutal, but also extremely rewarding, especially artistically. I have written more this year than in well over a decade. Not just songs, although I essentially wrote two albums worth of those so far, but also a short story, an essay, an op-ed, and several other pieces that are still in some weird limbo of revelation.
I can relate to the welcome to holland essay
Trippers and askers surround me,
People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and
city I live in, or the nation,
The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new,
My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues,
The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love,
The sickness of one of my folks or of myself, or ill-doing or loss
or lack of money, or depressions or exaltations,
Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news,
the fitful events;
These come to me days and nights and go from me again,
But they are not the Me myself.
My Trip to Sixflags Essays - 624 Words | Cram
Last night I tried to force myself to get on the plane to fly to LA for all the nominee events, but the feelings of embarrassment and anger knocked me back, and I couldn’t get on the plane. I imagined how it would feel for me to sit amongst all those Hollywood stars, some of the brave ones approaching me with sad faces and condolences. There I was, feeling a sting of shame that reminded me of America’s earliest affirmations of my inadequacy as a transperson. I turned around at the airport and went back home.
Essay on Road Trip: My Writing Process
This trip to Europe brought with it several life-altering experiences and included Emerson's giving expression to "somewhat evolutionistic?" opinions in his journals after viewing some Comparative Anatomy exhibits during a visit to a scientific institution in Paris in July, 1833.
7/10/2012 · A Trip to Holland: My Take on ..One whole week with all my friends,
visiting four of Europe’s best theme parks including a trip up the
Eiffel Tower and a boat trip along the River Seine.
essays on electronics in school WELCOME TO HOLLAND
In vain the speeding or shyness,
In vain the plutonic rocks send their old heat against my approach,
In vain the mastodon retreats beneath its own powder'd bones,
In vain objects stand leagues off and assume manifold shapes,
In vain the ocean settling in hollows and the great monsters lying low,
In vain the buzzard houses herself with the sky,
In vain the snake slides through the creepers and logs,
In vain the elk takes to the inner passes of the woods,
In vain the razor-bill'd auk sails far north to Labrador,
I follow quickly, I ascend to the nest in the fissure of the cliff.