The bottom of my backpack is filled with maize and blue jelly beans
I realized that I don't have any big dreams. All I really want to do is to live in a big city for the foreseeable future, live with some cool people, have a decent job that I enjoy doing, and maybe have a healthy relationship with someone. My professor, who may be writing me a recommendation letter, asked me "where do you see yourself in 5-10 years?" I don't know how to respond to that questions and I don't think it's fair to ask it to a dazed and confused graduate who doesn't have a job lined up for the Fall. People tell me that I shouldn't worry about it, that a lot of people are in the same situation, but I'm starting to feel nervous. This isn't some shitty paper that I can turn in and call it good. This is my life! And I don't know what I want to do with it. I spend a lot of time avoiding the issue because I'd rather live in the present. A friend of a friend just moved to Chicago without even having a job yet. She got an apartment and trusted that the rest would follow. I might be in the same situation if I don't get my act together soon.