One of the perks of coming home is coming home to my new issues of Vogue. I cannot get my subscription forwarded to me in Idaho. When I arrived, October, November, and December were waiting for me, and January arrived just this week. And so the past few days have been awash in the newest in fancy fashion. And oh, the photography. It's GAWGEOUS. The journalism is also lovely, as usual. I'm never a huge fan of most of the clothes themselves, but they do give me fun ideas of how I would dress if I was super rich.
Oscar de la Renta would be my fairy godfather. I'd have a big house in the area where I grew up--my home base--and apartments in every major city so that I could travel. My food would always be top-of-the-line.
But what fun would being super-rich be, really? With great resources comes great responsibility. The Lord prospers us to enable us to help others. I do what I can with the resources I have. It's both daunting and exciting to think of what I could do with more. But that's not my place now. I'm a poor college student who's about to save up more money than she's ever had and use it to finance the hardest and most rewarding eighteen months of her life. That, I hope, will do just as much good, probably more, than anything I can do with wealth.
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