Two weeks
So from the time I finish at CSF to when I start my drive to Massachusetts, I have two weeks. Originally, I was planning to spend both weeks at home with family sorting out my life (i.e. boxes from Houston I still haven't opened, boxes from Walla Walla that were madly packed up during finals) as well as writing people cards in lieu of staying for graduation (something I've been meaning to do all summer but haven't gotten around to . . .), but then a friend of mine said that he knew of a work opportunity for a week or so. Upon furthur investigation, there is no pay and it's a ten hour gig. I think I'll stay at home.
I wish I could head up to Walla Walla for a bit, and maybe down to LA, just one last time before going to the east coast. Apologies to my friends who make this their home, but I don't think it's my home. I found a blog meme thing that starts with "You know you're from . . . when" and while the Houston, Portland, Seattle, Boulder ones all made me laugh, I didn't get any of the Massachusetts lines (I even shuddered at a few). I'm really excited about going someplace new and learning about a foreign culture, but I feel like my whole life for the past 22 years is going to be discarded. And while people do actually go to foreign countries for a semester or two, at least they know they'll be coming home at the end of it. I want one of two things in my life right now: 1) a map that shows me a vague outline of what my life will entail or 2) faith that everything will be okay and I will not be alone.
I hate saying goodbyes.
I wish I could head up to Walla Walla for a bit, and maybe down to LA, just one last time before going to the east coast. Apologies to my friends who make this their home, but I don't think it's my home. I found a blog meme thing that starts with "You know you're from . . . when" and while the Houston, Portland, Seattle, Boulder ones all made me laugh, I didn't get any of the Massachusetts lines (I even shuddered at a few). I'm really excited about going someplace new and learning about a foreign culture, but I feel like my whole life for the past 22 years is going to be discarded. And while people do actually go to foreign countries for a semester or two, at least they know they'll be coming home at the end of it. I want one of two things in my life right now: 1) a map that shows me a vague outline of what my life will entail or 2) faith that everything will be okay and I will not be alone.
I hate saying goodbyes.