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Another college travel blog?

That's right, friends! Welcome to Coffee for Here, my new space to publicly document my highly caffeinated adventures these next few months and beyond.

I'm a BFA Acting student at the University of Minnesota, and this fall I'll be adventuring to London and beyond to study and perform on the Globe stage, hear my dear David Tennant speak one of my favorite Shakespearean roles, sing & drink Guinness in a real Irish pub, dance in Barcelona, and sip cappuccinos in Italy. My modest, completely achievable goals for the next six months of my life include  learning to truly savor the smaller pleasures in life, live adventurously, reduce my addiction to wasting time, and most importantly, discover what I'm interested in creating and then make it happen. I imagine most of this development and huge personal transformation will happen overseas, because in my imagination the sheer majesty and elsewhereness of Europe has the power to overhaul my entire being simply by existing in that space for an extended period of time. However, this summer I am fortunate enough to be the least busy I have been in approximately eight years, and I am completely daunted by the exorbitant amount of free time I'm facing. So as you may have noticed, I'm starting early.

Why? Oh, dear reader, you are so sweet to ask. I of course have literary reasons, such as "finding my voice" and "figuring out what 'finding my voice' means and how to do it." I haven't taken a writing class in several years, so I'm a bit rusty on technique, but mostly I'm just bursting with enthusiasm and the need to make something with the copious amounts of free time currently burning a void in my existence. More on this later.

Speaking of later, another of my goals is to live in the present. IRONY. How's that for literary genius? Rusty english skills my left boot! I have no idea how to punctuate the last sentence. Consider my literary genius card temporarily revoked.

I have no idea how to properly end this. For now, I'll leave you with this crappy picture of my coffee bank, in which I have been slipping all my spare change this summer (minus quarters--those are for laundry, of course) and the odd dollahdollah bill. It was a gift from a friend years ago, and I'm so glad I have it, as the importance of its symbolism of my future adventures has developed. I would have liked to have used a picture of better quality, composition, or even one that's actually well-focused, but alas--it's the only appropriate picture within my access right now, because I have escaped the vortex that is my apartment to go be productive in a coffee shop with my cup of iced coffee. For here, naturally.