With Argentina a week and a few days away, departure seems both exciting and slightly terrifing. Particularly with the thought of extraordinary people passing at an accelerated rate. Professor, classmates, and friends it gives you a more lively perspective of the brevety of life. We are here for incredibly short period of time, 100 years at best, to get in absolutely everything. To take that trip to see the world in all horror and glory, to love without knowing how nor when; without pride nor problems. A 100 years to be hurt and betrayed, to suffer great injustice and surpass it. A 100 years at best seems like far to little time to live. To my friends who have passed before their time due to a great injustice and disservice to the the human race I can only hope that they have lived with no regrets. 

   That is why, among other reasons, I chose Fairfield. My friends life is so brief and if I post-pone living for a later time Im afraid it might never come. So I embark on this journey to a country that has peeped my curiosity to see and live. 

peace,