A Summer Worth Remembering

What a journey it has been, and what a journey that is yet to come. Because of the spontaneity of life, I am spending my summer in Montana working and appreciating all of the little things I've been blessed with. Although I admit as a writer, I am a little disappointed in myself for not writing more in the past month and a half. I've seen and heard and felt so many beautiful things this summer that I have tried to embed in my memory to reflect upon when I feel in low spirits (any time in the future). It's the simple things like sitting on the porch listening to the breeze rustling the trees and caressing the wind chimes next door. Happiness is a spontaneous ride into the mountains or fishing on the river with people you care about, and know they care about you. I love sitting in front of a camp fire, listening to the crackling of the bark and watching the golden embers dance in the night like little fireflies. The spontaneity of life led me to meet new people- some who've become friends, and some who've become more- all in the vicinity of where I grew up (well at least for longest part of my childhood). Montana is full of amazing places and people, so much so that I've never felt happier than when I walk to one work at 5:45 in the morning, or drive home from another at two in the afternoon. I work in the mornings so that I can enjoy my afternoons. I understand that I may not be working all the hours that I could be, but to be perfectly honest, I came here for the experiences that would shape my life, and better prepare me for what's yet to come. I'm lucky to have landed two great jobs—ones where the owners care about their business, and care about their employees—ones where I can learn important skills, and test my limits. I'm saving more money up here for university (while having just as much free time) than I would be down in Arizona. The only sad part is that I know it will end.

I know that in just a few weeks I will be letting go of comforting hands, and looking away from nature's beauty. I will walk down the flight deck and board a plane bound for this other life I now have a hard time imagining. As difficult as it may be to spell out, and as difficult as it is for me to think of, I am split- perfectly in half between two worlds that I can only help but hope will one day merge when I finish school and can decide where I want to start again, for that seems that that is what life has become for me—a series of starting again (MT to CO, CO to Germany, Germany to AZ, a summer in MT, university in AZ, etc). I just hope that in three years I will have settled into my skin, and be confident in knowing where I want to be, with whom, and doing what I've dreamed of doing.

Apart from my venture into the thoughts and feelings I've been experience whilst here, I have a few things to be said about my other writings. The King's Daughter is currently being read by a good friend/mechanical editor who will help me whip the rewrite into shape for publishers all around. I've recently begun to test the waters of the first draft of book two, The Prince's Assassin to see what was going on in my head two years ago when I first began writing it. It will definitely be a new challenge to take on, working on getting a second draft written up while the first one is getting sent off. There's a lot to still be done, and with another year of college fast approaching, I know that I won't have this much time for long.


K. Coleman


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