So I realized I still have one of these...
And I logged in and it told me I haven't posted in 18 weeks. And I figure since no one reads this... I will write in it and know that it's my little secret corner of the internet. Like the back of a shelf where the cobwebs grow.
I feel like it's been a whole lifetime since 18 weeks ago. Maybe it has. I've certainly grown up a lot. And realized a lot of important things...
I'm a big girl writing research grants these days. Writing grants and... plotting to run away. My friends are all on about how grad school suddenly is looking like a better and better idea, but as much as I love anthropology, as I get closer to my BA, I feel more and more like continuing school until I'm in my 30s is a horrible idea. I want to open a little cafe somewhere. I want to cook for people. I want to make beautiful little food and live in an old apartment with crumbly walls and hidden treasure.
Maybe I don't live in the real world all the time.
Anthropology has made me bitter and cynical sometimes... and like a child just seeing wonderful things for the first time at other times...
I feel like it's been a whole lifetime since 18 weeks ago. Maybe it has. I've certainly grown up a lot. And realized a lot of important things...
I'm a big girl writing research grants these days. Writing grants and... plotting to run away. My friends are all on about how grad school suddenly is looking like a better and better idea, but as much as I love anthropology, as I get closer to my BA, I feel more and more like continuing school until I'm in my 30s is a horrible idea. I want to open a little cafe somewhere. I want to cook for people. I want to make beautiful little food and live in an old apartment with crumbly walls and hidden treasure.
Maybe I don't live in the real world all the time.
Anthropology has made me bitter and cynical sometimes... and like a child just seeing wonderful things for the first time at other times...