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I just had to change my journal because it was getting old, just staring at the same thing every time I logged on. So, I think I've given up drawing (for the most part) and have turned to photography. I really enjoy it. I don't like taking pictures of people as much as I do landscapes. Oregon is just a breath-taking place and I've been so inspired in this past year. So enjoy it. I know I am. :)

So, I was going through my gallery because, heck, I haven't done so in years! And so I started from the back (the oldest) and worked my way forward. And a sudden pattern revealed itself to me! When I first joined deviantArt, I was fearless. I drew full-bodied portraits of people - sometimes, dare I say? - in motion!! This is incredible to me. When did I stop doing that? And yes, it was kind of bad form and it was not accurate, but going further a page or so into my gallery reveals that I had begun to perfect my form and while it remained inaccurate, there was progress. But then, I drew myself away from the full-bodied portraits and began to

Quote: "We don't call it homesick. We call it missing home. There's not a sickness involved, it's a state of mind." -- John Litten I miss home. A lot. I didn't get to go home over spring break and let me tell you: two months away from home in a state that's 2000 miles away from your hometown is incredibly draining. Most of my friends aren't even in my hometown anymore, but its the whole idea of home that makes me ache for it. My parents got my reservations but they're making it sound like I only want to come home for my boyfriend and they're making it sound like they don't want me home. And now I don't even know if its worth it. What was I