![]() ![]() ![]() I reach over to the passenger seat and to grab my purse, only to find somewhere in the last leg of the journey it has spilled the entire contents of my life on the floor. After 14 hours of driving they are sore and stiff, almost looking like raptor claws, a great look and first impression for my “new and improved” life. Glancing in the mirror I take a deep breath and slowly peel my hands from their resting stop. ![]() I wonder if I can reach Wi-Fi on my laptop and just do online courses and never have to leave the safety of my car. Nope, I’m basically frozen in place with no intention of getting out of this car. Still griping the steering wheel tightly, I realize I’m not moving. Well here goes nothing, as I sit and stare out my car window looking at the vast campus that lies before me. ![]()
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