[more or less] happy trails...
This is an all blogs type of entry...
For the past 3 months, I've been drafting a certain blog entry in my head. This particular entry was supposed to have a triumphant air and reek of excitement and hope. While that entry will hopefully be somewhere down the nearby road, tonight, I'll have to settle for writing one that I didn't really think would come. However, if there's one thing I've learned this summer its that the whole idea that you can plan your entire life (or maybe even just your 20s) is a bunch of crap. My friends in med school might be the exception since you have the next few years pretty much booked, but for the rest of us, life is but a series of curve-balls, surprises, and moments like this.
Tomorrow at noon, I'm getting on a plane. I have a one-way ticket to Washington, DC. Do I have a job? Nope, but I am being considered for one (hence all the candles I asked you to light for me) and I plan on writing some cover letters on the plane.... either that or nap. Do I have an apartment? No, but thanks to Alex's hospitality, I won't be homeless when I get there. So why the hell am I going when there's nothing but uncertainty? Applying to jobs from El Paso wasn't getting me anywhere, so I'm taking a risk and making a drastic change. I decided to do all this exactly a week ago.
I've never been quite so adventurous, but, hey, I managed to go as far as Spain by myself so I think I can handle this. Yes, I'm scared... pretty damn scared, but I have a lot of amazing people on my side. I'm leaving Texas, where I've lived my whole life and going up to live with those crazy northerners. I only started getting used to saying "y'all," but I think I'll manage.
There's some excitement and hope, but I can't help but feel like I'm sneaking out of El Paso. The triumphant entry will come soon, I think, but for now, I'm off to seek my fortune and follow my dreams just like young people do in movies.