"That Gilbert Blythe, he has the audacity to never leave my mind, to try to be the prince in my daydreams, well no, I won't allow it," said Anne stubbornly.
"I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the so...
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Anne Shirley Cuthbert is nervous. Despite her growing excitement that longs to gaze upon the vibrant clear blue sea, and run through the warm powdery orange sand, feel the comforting heat on her pale feet. There is an enlarging pit in her stomach that has been growing for weeks. It's partially due to the dread of leaving her home for college. But it's also due to the fact that she will be alone with Gilbert for a week.
Okay, alone with him and Charlie and Diana, but still the nervous butterflies are swarming in her stomach.
So now as she is packs her bag for her tropical retreat, she is silently praying. For safe travels and no awkwardness between her and Gil. She neatly folds the new white sun dress Marilla sewed her. It's weight is lighter than her other dresses, due to the mindful thinking of Marilla. who took into thoughtful account that the weather will most likely not be ideally comfortable for her thick Muslim layered dress, that is accustomed to PEI's mild summers.
"Gracious Heavenly Father please let this week give me a wider perspective of my future."
She wasn't exactly certain what she meant by her future. It partially addressed her life after college which worries her. She didn't have the intentions most woman have, which is to marry and settle down. She knows she wants to be a writer but that's a very vague goal. And the reality that she has no idea how to write a full novel let alone have to published and sold, has been settling in.
Maybe I'll become a teacher?
That might work for a few years but no more than that.
I won't let myself become unfulfilled and unsuccessful.
The idea of not becoming everything she has always wanted to be. Of not accomplishing her wild dreams. Of settling and being realistic with her goals, as everyone tells her. Has been chasing her for years, only now it's real. Now is the time when major life decisions begin to altar the path you take. The difference between pursing your dreams and still only dreaming, is now prominent and Crucial.
What if I don't get into queens?
What if I become un-college-educated and billy Andrews proposed to me and I'm forced to say yes because I can't pay for anything to get buy.
What if I become unemployed and Marilla and Mathew die on an unruly, unreliable ship sailing across the Atlantic which meets a viscous ice berg and sinks into the depths on the dark freezing sea and the minuscule amount of oxygen in their lungs are pushed out of them, and I have no way to support myself. What if-
"Anne, Anne."
Marilla sharp voice snaps the redhead out of her tragical fantasy.
"My goodness Anne, you've been off in that lala land of yours quite usually this week. I've been standing here for ten seconds saying your name. I don't understand how you become entirely unconscious of the world around you once that imagination of your starts coming a-calling."
