Once again the fog is closing in on me as I try to make it home from work. It’s the only consistent thing in this godforsaken town. Fog and rain. Actually it matches my current mood. Gloomy.

I just found out I wasn’t accepted to the London School of Economics. I know, it’s ironic that I’m complaining about the fog here when I desperately wanted to be in the fog on the other side of the world.

But that’s my prerogative. I’m allowed to wallow as I trudge home. It’s not that I don’t love my family and my home here in Maine, it’s just I want something bigger for myself. Even if I fail, I want to say I tried.

So that’s what I’m going to do. I’ll give myself until the end of this gloomy, foggy walk to pity myself. But as soon as I’m home, it’s time to regroup and figure how how the hell I’m going to blow this popsicle stand, also known as home.