A package was sent to my house last week. I picked it up on Friday. These items inside it, a poster, books, zines - are making me think in a way I have not in years. I still do not know if I believe in Fate, something about it bothers me, but I'm an admirer the way that life has a way of working out.
I do not know if I would have been receptive to these things a year ago. Three months ago, even.

This week has been intense. Training for the WC basically takes over your life. I'm excited about this semester. Some of the old/familiar will probably happen. I'm going to see if we can start up vegan potluck again, there will be club meetings, bike rides down hills lined with orange/red leaves, and pumpkin flavored everythings. But there's going to be new stuff too. I hold a different position w/ new reponsibilities in the WC, this is my last year, and because of that I have to think about what will happen after.

I saw Balbuena yesterday. It solidified my ambition of going to Peru, but while talking with her, it became obvious that I do not know when I should go. I don't want to go right after I graduate, but I might have to because the loans have to be paid starting six months after I graduate. And the real bottom line is I don't know where I'll live if I don't go to Lima. There are a couple of states where I have a couple of friends and that might have to be the option right now. I'm completely unsure. Exciting.