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To Build Books and Castles...: about me.
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I should probably say something about myself here. I mean, I. That's the reason you clicked on the link. It's just. To talk about yourself, to make-believe you are something someone hasn't seen before. Or maybe that's where the attraction is. In knowing there is someone out there. Like yourself — or a little less weird. I guess this is as good a place to start as any:. My name is Sarah McCabe, and I am 22 years old. Let's get one thing straight. I am not really that interesting. Still, I have to be honest.
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To Build Books and Castles...: August 2013
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Swim until you can't see land. Sometimes we struggle to keep afloat in the perpetual flood. Of the days of our lives. Sometimes, no matter how hard we try, we can't keep up, and we're just dragged along by the current, swept away to a future far beyond our control. Sometimes, we drown. And then sometimes, life seems to put itself together while we just stand on the banks and watch, slightly bemused and out of breath. From chasing the flow. New city. New apartment. New job. That led me to this point?
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To Build Books and Castles...: your sun is coming up and you're still alive.
http://booksandcastles.blogspot.com/2013/07/your-sun-is-coming-up-and-youre-still.html
Your sun is coming up and you're still alive. So as it turns out. Living in New York City is not like living in an episode of. Sex and the City. Or really, any television show ever. Living in New York City is. well, just like living anywhere, actually. You know, if anywhere has a four-story Barnes and Noble. Within walking distance, the best $3 hamburgers in the world, a Starbucks on {almost}. It's nothing like I thought it would be. But it's more real. And honestly, I like it better that way. Because as...
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To Build Books and Castles...: swim until you can't see land.
http://booksandcastles.blogspot.com/2013/08/swim-until-you-cant-see-land.html
Swim until you can't see land. Sometimes we struggle to keep afloat in the perpetual flood. Of the days of our lives. Sometimes, no matter how hard we try, we can't keep up, and we're just dragged along by the current, swept away to a future far beyond our control. Sometimes, we drown. And then sometimes, life seems to put itself together while we just stand on the banks and watch, slightly bemused and out of breath. From chasing the flow. New city. New apartment. New job. That led me to this point?
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To Build Books and Castles...: i wish we could open our eyes to see in all directions at the same time.
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I wish we could open our eyes to see in all directions at the same time. Is there anything better. New York in the fall? If there is, keep it to yourself, because let's be honest, I really couldn't care less.). The past couple of months, I've been Sara Crewe standing on the open balcony spinning wildly with my arms in the air. As snow danced through my hair. I've been Charlie flying out of that tunnel in the bed of a beat-up truck. With my heart turned out to the world and infinity on the horizon. Under ...
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To Build Books and Castles...: July 2013
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Your sun is coming up and you're still alive. So as it turns out. Living in New York City is not like living in an episode of. Sex and the City. Or really, any television show ever. Living in New York City is. well, just like living anywhere, actually. You know, if anywhere has a four-story Barnes and Noble. Within walking distance, the best $3 hamburgers in the world, a Starbucks on {almost}. It's nothing like I thought it would be. But it's more real. And honestly, I like it better that way. Because as...
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To Build Books and Castles...: March 2013
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I feel like I'm running in slow motion. Trying desperately to keep up as time passes me by. This semester is going so fast. Although too fast or not fast enough, I'm not sure}. There's a part of me still unable to believe I'm already in the middle of my last spring break ever. And there's another part of me unsure how I'm going to force myself. To return to school for the last month and a half. All I know for certain is I'm happy now. Oh my God, I'll never. Get another chance to read again, will I? When ...
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To Build Books and Castles...: counting the days that pass me by.
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Counting the days that pass me by. Tonight was my final newspaper shift. My final night editing articles and page proofs. My final night working in what may be the most beautiful. Old building in the world. My final night doing what I have been doing for the past two years of my life. It feels as if I was born into journalism, as if I've been an editor all of this life and in ones past. And yet it has been only a few years since I chose this path, chose a different life. Final is such a finite word.
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To Build Books and Castles...: i am glad you're with me, here at the end of all things.
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I am glad you're with me, here at the end of all things. And my Florida vacation have flown by in a whirlwind. And now my time here, in this chapter of my life, is almost over. Suddenly I find myself standing in the settling dust. Of May, confused as to how I got to this point and not really sure where to go from here. Tears from speeches, Dr. Seuss and photo slideshows. Into boxes and bags. Tears at the empty walls. My grandfather's backyard. Be jealous.}. A last week with my family in Florida. And list...
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To Build Books and Castles...: 'cause somebody told me that's where dreamers should go.
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Cause somebody told me that's where dreamers should go. Last night, as I was lying in bed, listening to the sounds of the cars whizzing by on the street 11 stories below, it hit me:. I am here in New York City. I mean, not just here. But here. This is my life now, whether I am ready or not. And honestly, some days it's not. But I am here. I am here and I am young and I am living. I know I've been in New York for two weeks, and yet for some reason, this is only now really dawning on me. 8212; but it was e...
