I move in one week
At first I was kind of panicking. I mean, who wouldn't, uprooting my whole life in Philly on two weeks notice to move 13 hours away to a city where I know absolutely no one? Yes, its what I wanted, but planning all the details on my own, completely on my own, has had its moments of sheer terror. I'm still packing up my life, slowly but with confidence. I've had a handful of meaningful goodbyes and some sweet moments, and my former coworkers from the museum are throwing me a farewell lunch next week. But its all panning out and falling into place, and I can't wait to start my new job, and my life as a "real person".
I found a place with two great girls right on Logan Square, smart creative fun ladies my age with adventurous ways who went to wellsley and notre dame. They seem pretty great, and I hope it all goes as smoothly as it has the past 24 hours. I am approaching this whole thing as a social experiment, and I plan on learning more about myself and life in gernal in the coming months than I've been able to figure out in 23 years. I mean. Who just packs up and leaves? Yeah. Me. So from here on out, I'm no longer Nietszsche's example of russian fatalism; instead I think I figured out the formula for amor fati. or at least started to.
I found a place with two great girls right on Logan Square, smart creative fun ladies my age with adventurous ways who went to wellsley and notre dame. They seem pretty great, and I hope it all goes as smoothly as it has the past 24 hours. I am approaching this whole thing as a social experiment, and I plan on learning more about myself and life in gernal in the coming months than I've been able to figure out in 23 years. I mean. Who just packs up and leaves? Yeah. Me. So from here on out, I'm no longer Nietszsche's example of russian fatalism; instead I think I figured out the formula for amor fati. or at least started to.