So to combine all of my passions, my aspirations, for the moment, are to graduate from Merrimack College with honors and multiple financial analyst job offers from publishing companies located in the lovely, though earthquake prone state of California. For years, I will be intellectually challenged while making hopefully significant contributions for which I will be financially rewarded. And throughout this, I will be making wise making hopefully significant contributions for which I will be finacially rewarded. And throughout this, I will be making wise personal investment choices while traveling to distant and not so distant lands. And as an American living in this thriving capitalist society, eventually one day I think that I might like to "retire" early and use my superbly invested savings to open either a bookstore while writing in whatever free time I can find. The possiblities are endless and while that scenario may not ensue, I'm looking to begin my life working in a finacial field, ideally in the finance department of a publishing company because that would allow me to stay around books.
Last summer, inspired by stories of the road by authors like Jack Kerouac, I drove from New York to California.
"Filled with dreams of what I'd do in Chicago, in denver, and then finally in San Francisco, I took the Seventh Ave. subway to the end of the line at 242nd Street, and there took a trolley into Yonkers; in downtown Yonkers.I transferred to an outgoing trolley and went to the city limits on the east bank of the Hudson River. If you drop a rose in the Hudson River at its mysterious source in the Adirondacks, think of all the places it journeys by as it goes out to sea forever, think of that wonderful Hudson Valley."