In a few days' time, I'll be starting my first class at an art school. Who knew little ol' me would find myself 1500 miles from "home", attending a school for those wanting to be artists. I sure didn't. I always thought I'd go to a "real school" and get a "real job" and have a "normal" life. But what does any of that mean anyway? Whose reality are we talking about? And the age-old question: what is "normal"?

I'm a bit nervous at the prospect of starting school again. It's been a couple of years since I was in a classroom as a student. But it's also exciting to know I'll be learning again. Officially: because Life is one continuous lesson, to be sure.

Good luck, Self, as you start living your dream.