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I created a peaceful mandala in class on Sunday.... It is pink, flesh, white, and blue. It's warm, peaceful, sunny and spinning. I rambled during my class (like always) to my professor and peers about finding a specific place in my life, where I can relax because I've found a porch, a definitive location that I can call home, not because a door to my future is waiting to be opened, but rather, I can call NY my home because a foundation of love has brought me to this place, providing peace within.

A friend of mine asked me, "Arrows...which way are they pointing?"

I have chosen this place for a mariad of reasons, benefits, possibilities, but more than anything, I have chosen not to go else where because no arrows were pointing in any other direction. It's as though they arched themselves around my heart, to lead me back to the same spot I stood a minute ago. Time doesn't allow us to bask in a variety of daydreams, but instead, it continuously wraps itself around the past, present and future to conceptualize the magnitude of beauty found within the lingering longitude of vulnerability to encourage, inspire and realize that the arrows point towards the least likely of places-not because I long to be here so desperately, but because I desperately belong here in order to make the biggest impact....