an itching in my thumbs

By itchythumbs

arquitectos

of what exactly? change, space, time, presence.

a little island town owned by expats and populated with normal people but also the dregs of surf culture. more rain. photo walk. my focusing is better but a few shots are still ruined.

i need better eyes.

or just to get my camera repaired.

flight back to panama from bocas is delayed an hour without any communication as to why (welcome to panama) or even any communication that is was delayed (you are expected to be able to reason it out yourself, as it is a small airport and well...the plane wasn't there).

we fly. we land. we drive. there is a lot of time spent in this country trying to get somewhere. this is ironic because they value the slowness of their culture.

back to the house. dinner - delicious. and then, and then: i check my email. innocuous.

it takes over 10 minutes for me to realize it.

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i have been accepted to grad school. this is something i expected, yes. i was ready to say no. to stay in fort worth - signs pointed lately to this being the right choice. so the email means nothing, though it is still something to consider.

i chat with megan about the predicament. what to do, what to do.

it is only after looking over the two emails that i bother to open the "acceptance letter PDF" - it says nothing i don't know.

well, in life, there are always opportunities to be surprised.

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i have been offered a full fellowship for a masters degree in public affairs at the LBJ school at UT in the fall. this means i will pay for none of my degree.

i feel this is a bigger sign than i have been receiving lately - i will be going. a large part of me is extremely reluctant to leave fort worth. there is something for me yet in this town, i feel. but some opportunities cannot be passed up. so in august, it will be so.

last night in panama.

unreal.

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