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have no money. I am a wayfaring stranger. The streets are mine. Everywhere
feels like home, but only one place truly is. For now, I will not go to that
final abode of mine; it is an eternal conceit that knows no end. My calling to
Armenia exceeds a thousand year period. In the end, there will be no end if I
end up in Armenia. For now, I will look into the Golden State.
Though I was born and raised in California, my first seventeen years here have not exposed the intricacies of the state to me. Though I start off with no money, I will make a modest amount through hard work at an eclectic array of jobs. I will not pursue a career for the time being as that is too time consuming and restricting of an act. I will hitchhike to Santa Cruz where I know of a herd of vagabonds. They will take me into their ranks and we will sleep in the backs of Volkswagen camper vans. My pillow will be composed of dusty, reassuring paperback novels from overpriced used bookstores. Though a certain reassurance and tranquility may be found in solitude, which in turn can be found in nature, the feeling has come to scare me; therefore, I must not be alone. I do not wish to do much of any one thing. I do not want to speak too much, and neither do I want to think. I want to drive but not the entire time. For a while, I will find myself basking in the touristic galore of San Francisco, but I will soon end up in Big Sur, or back to Southern California near the Salton Sea. All these are a mystery to me.
Though I was born and raised in California, my first seventeen years here have not exposed the intricacies of the state to me. Though I start off with no money, I will make a modest amount through hard work at an eclectic array of jobs. I will not pursue a career for the time being as that is too time consuming and restricting of an act. I will hitchhike to Santa Cruz where I know of a herd of vagabonds. They will take me into their ranks and we will sleep in the backs of Volkswagen camper vans. My pillow will be composed of dusty, reassuring paperback novels from overpriced used bookstores. Though a certain reassurance and tranquility may be found in solitude, which in turn can be found in nature, the feeling has come to scare me; therefore, I must not be alone. I do not wish to do much of any one thing. I do not want to speak too much, and neither do I want to think. I want to drive but not the entire time. For a while, I will find myself basking in the touristic galore of San Francisco, but I will soon end up in Big Sur, or back to Southern California near the Salton Sea. All these are a mystery to me.
Armineh, your writing style was so fascinating and extremely intriguing. I did find your blog a bit humorous because you had everything planned out, every small detail, and you sound so confident that this plan will work one hundred percent. Your choice of adventure sounds exciting and I’m glad I got to read about it.
ReplyDeleteHow did I know that you were going to mention Armenia? I like your introduction as it makes me feel, contented? Anyways, Brandon's chica, I like how you mention that your future is quite a mystery to you. I don't know why, but that sort of relieves me. Does that make me sound selfish in a way? Anyhow, I want to mention that throughout your post, you sound very modest and hardworking, which you are, so I am correct with my assumption. And I really like the sentence where you mention that your pillow will be composed of novels. Nice work, Armig!
ReplyDeleteArmine WOW! The first paragraph already blew me away. I love how you picked our homeland Armenia for the place you will visit. You have thought out this post and I loved every idea that you had. You also gave great detail which makes the reader imagine what you will be doing. Amazing!! Keep on Writing!!
ReplyDeleteThe amount of detailed provided is outstanding. Your syntax and diction give a beautiful understanding of the description you are trying to imply on the reader. Your blog posts never fail to amaze me. They are always written so beautifully and creatively. I wish you would write a novel so I could read it.
ReplyDeleteArmine Kalbakian, I enjoyed your prior to last sentence in the first paragraph. Your brief descriptions of your seemingly "mini" adventures were nice as a whole, and I do not wish to comment on any one individually. Also, when in the depths of the Santa Cruz forests, one often hears, at about 8:37 p.m., a certain ruffling noise amongst the bushes facing east. Do not be frightened for I am the individual inflicting those noises. See you soon, Armine Kalbakian.
ReplyDeleteArmine, I read through multiple blog posts, but I felt that your was the one that stood out the best. You wrote very clearly and I thought your language was very clean and understandable. I could tell you have a strong vocabulary and a unique style of writing. i really enjoy going over the blogs you have written. Nice job girl!
ReplyDeleteEvery time I read one of your posts, I am always amazed by your choice of words. You know how to capture the audience's attention and keep the reader glued to the writing. I am a fan of your writing and i hope i will be able to read more of them soon. Great Job as usual!
ReplyDeleteWell Armine, you don' did it again! I always praise you for your talent at putting sentences together that sound like the first bite I take of my crisp watermelon after a hot day playing around outside. These words bring such a ring to my ear, I feel as though I have completely lost my hearing…hello?…anyways overall wonderful blog post. I will also be going to Armenia in my "once in a lifetime experience". Maybe I'll see you there?
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