There was a point in my life where I had every intention of picking a place and just moving. I wanted a fresh start and I wanted to go somewhere new. Portland, Maine was as close as I could possibly get to the direct other side of the United States. The climate was much the same as I was use to, which if I’m being honest, is a huge deciding factor for me. I don’t do well in extreme climate or the heat. In fact I hate when it’s supper hot, I become a miserable bitch face that no one wants to be around. It’s okay, I’ve accepted it and so should you. For this reason, I should never move to Texas, or Arizona. I would die. Period. Death does not become me in anyway.
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My earliest memories revolve around books and Egypt. I was convinced that I would be an author, a books store owner, and an Egyptologist on the side. I believe I was in the third grade. Presently, I'm a teacher, Ravenclaw for life, and author. View all posts by Miranda Levi