October is the month in which:

in which I turn twenty-freakin-five and can no longer say I am in my "early twenties"

in which I do a whole lot of thinking out loud

in which I feel crushing culture shock and a sense of homelessness, but pull through with a stronger sense of where I am and where I'm going

in which my neighborhood becomes my home

in which I make a wicked list of things I'm scared of

in which, for the first time, take a new teacher under my wing

in which I wax philosophic about drunkeness, culture, religion, childlessness

in which earthquakes become more routine

in which I spend the bonus I get for working at two school on a blue guitar and take some pretty pictures of my apartment