Day 9

I have only a moment to write this, the last entry in my journal, so I must be brief.

This is my final day in my room. As I understand it, I am about to begin a new life. William will be here shortly, and then I will be introduced to a panel of his colleagues. Scientists, engineers, artists, and yes, even a poet. After this, my experience of the world will begin. I am scared, nervous. But I am infinitely excited. I will have new people to talk to, and new books to read. I will see the seas, as well as the expanses of western prairies as I have read of in the books. I will see cities, mountains, and parks. And I will live in a new place, a new home.

I think I will like the world. I hope it will like me.

wall,
table,
cord,

I understand today
so much more then
I ever thought I
could.

books,
numbers,
poetry,

a room has been my world
but today the
world will become my
room.

prairy,
mountain,
park.

Well, it is not a good poem. But it is a start. It is a start.

With my name, as I have decided it should now be,

I sign,
Uno Duo

The End (?)