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Ad Majorem Annae Gloriam

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I am restless... September has always been hard for me, that's the month when I want to travel the most. Must be blood of my nomadic ancestors coming through all these thousands years... I have trouble falling asleep, and my dreams are full of strange places, and during the day my mood swings up and down, and most of my thoughts are about how much I want to be away. This was the case even when I lived in the city I loved, but now it's so much worse. Hopefully, this is the last September in my life that I am confined to the area of my permanent residence.