{"id":299,"date":"2015-09-02T18:39:18","date_gmt":"2015-09-02T22:39:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/girlwriter.com\/?p=299"},"modified":"2019-02-19T15:17:50","modified_gmt":"2019-02-19T20:17:50","slug":"eye-stones","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/?p=299","title":{"rendered":"Eye Stones"},"content":{"rendered":"

I don’t know why I thought so, but it was all breathtaking. Every place I thought I already knew in my motherland was seen in a new light, a new\u00a0<\/em>bright light, overtaking any other memory that tried to push its way to my attention.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

“We’re headed to the College,” they said, and I thought nothing of it. I knew my parents wanted me to go there, for sure, to have a solid job and a solid life, everything set ahead of me like a book that was already written. That part of my attention span was already dulled, muted, and ignored, so I kept looking out the window. I tried to forget that the whole point of my life was to\u00a0<\/em>write\u00a0books.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

“Did you see that?” someone in the front seat asked. “Do you see Big Ben?”<\/em><\/p>\n

Of coursed I nodded, because how could you miss it, that and the Eye. It was midday by the time we arrived in London, right in the center of it, but just a few Tube stations away from\u00a0Piccadilly\u00a0and everything else. We would only be staying for a few days, though.<\/em><\/p>\n

“And then to the College,” one of the adults assured me, handing me thirty quid and an afternoon to myself in one of the oldest cities I had ever seen.<\/em><\/p>\n

The College was huge. Even when we arrived and even years later it was still\u00a0humongous. It was extra-sized, even, considering how\u00a0many people were actually in it. It seemed strange, at first, to think that I would live there forever more once I stepped inside, but I simply held my breath and went inside.<\/em><\/p>\n

“Brilliant,” a gentleman said, meeting us at the door. He had a right sense of style: a tailored suit and leather shoes to match. He looked at me, obviously sizing me up, and pleasingly finding me up-to-par.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I don’t know why I thought so, but it was all breathtaking. Every place I thought I already knew in my motherland was seen in a new light, a new\u00a0bright light, overtaking any other memory that tried to push its way to my attention.\u00a0 “We’re headed to the College,” they said, and I thought nothing […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":303,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/299"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=299"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/299\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":302,"href":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/299\/revisions\/302"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/303"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=299"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=299"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=299"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}