Somebody today asked me what I plan to do: meaning, whether I mean to be a receptionist my whole life. He had just finished telling me his adventures in Africa, in Asia, in Europe, in the Peace Corps. We were together looking at a reprint of a 1665 atlas, which Becca brought in today. It's a fascinating book.
I answered that I was getting married, which he accepted. And I dare say that will be an adventure--the working-up-to-it sure is! But this post spoke to my soul. I'm not very good at careers: I prefer old maps and the things a sensible child says to a critic.
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