TheSuta

I just turned 20 on July 9th and I live in the USA.  Currently, I'm taking general ed classes (aka ass classes) at a junior college. I've always dreamed of having a career in art.  I have three passions in life.  Drawing and art in general is the first one I recognized as being a true passion.  The second is horseback riding and training, which is my current job.  (I'm often told I'm one of the few people who actually loves their job...though it can be trying at times)  And the third is reading and writing; I want to write and publish a novel one day and am currently working on a book. Recently, I've solidified my decision to try for a care

I just got back from a 3-week long trip at about 2 am last night and boy am I exhausted.  I went for a week in New Hampshire to stay in a huge cabin with all my relatives for a family reunion, which was really, really nice.  I felt like I was getting back in touch with a huge part of me that I didn't even know was disconnected. Then I was off to England and Scotland for a 2-week Harry Potter Fan Tour.  To name a few, I went with my good friend, nocks (https://www.deviantart.com/nocks), to London, Oxford and Stonehenge.  Then we got on a plane to Scotland and stayed in this beautiful little hotel in the scottish highlands called the Isles of Glencoe and then to Edinburgh.