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Well, hum.
I was going to write a big long excited post about how I've got a month and a half before I fly over the Atlantic, and possibly end up spending a month and a half in small-town Montenegro (Balkans, not South America) and go off on how wonderful and exciting and lovely and and and and and and and...
But then I got distracted by bad news (and like much bad news in my life, it may only just be the possibility of bad news). Concordia didn't seem to recognize my deferral, even though I actually physically walked in to announce it. My plan to go back to school may not actually happen. And if it doesn't happen, I don't know if I'm prepared to spend another year in Montreal (ifnothatthenwhat?). Do the Japan thing? Return to the coast? I guess sometimes we make plans not because that is what we really want to do, but we make them just to have plans so we feel like we know what we're doing. I never really knew. The school plan made it seem possible to stay in Montreal. Or rather, a plan for planning's sake.
We'll see. Maybe I need to fly by the seat of my pants a little bit more and let the surprises take me away.
I was going to write a big long excited post about how I've got a month and a half before I fly over the Atlantic, and possibly end up spending a month and a half in small-town Montenegro (Balkans, not South America) and go off on how wonderful and exciting and lovely and and and and and and and...
But then I got distracted by bad news (and like much bad news in my life, it may only just be the possibility of bad news). Concordia didn't seem to recognize my deferral, even though I actually physically walked in to announce it. My plan to go back to school may not actually happen. And if it doesn't happen, I don't know if I'm prepared to spend another year in Montreal (ifnothatthenwhat?). Do the Japan thing? Return to the coast? I guess sometimes we make plans not because that is what we really want to do, but we make them just to have plans so we feel like we know what we're doing. I never really knew. The school plan made it seem possible to stay in Montreal. Or rather, a plan for planning's sake.
We'll see. Maybe I need to fly by the seat of my pants a little bit more and let the surprises take me away.