I have a dream.
I am going to go to college to get my Masters in Creative Writing. Where I am I going to go? Possibly somewhere in Georgia, possibly somewhere in New York. Where am I hoping to go? NYU. It’s the school I always wanted to go to, but then we moved to Georgia when I was sixteen so I had to change dreams. But now that I am old enough, I want to go for it. I want to try and get that dream back and pursue what I want in life. Continue reading “The Stuff that Dreams Are Made of”