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This Boston girl's world is about to be thrown into a world wind that is her quest to become a citizen of the world, not just Massachusetts, USA. I have had friends send me the lyrics to American Baby. Asking me to stay, for a few more months, for another birthday, for their security that life isn't going to change after graduation and holding on to me, the one who is not graduating in may, will some how help the situation. I am an American Baby. I am a Boston Baby. I hold on to things that lift me up. I have trouble letting go to things that bring me down. I have hope. I have faith. I have faith that the world is a good place and that Boston isn't all there is out there for me. I know that its my time to leave Boston, maybe to return, maybe not. Education and Occupation has to be put on hold until I, not MICH but SHELL, finds out what education and occupation means to me. September Sessions in Santa Barbara and December Days in Costa Rica. No body's laughing now when the one who made them laugh out loud is leaving. I'll still see you smile.