It's over.... now what?
I wrote my final exam of my university career today. I am now finished with my Bachelor's degree in English Literature.
The remainder of this week is packed solid with things to do. Tomorrow I pack. Saturday I move out of my apartment; my home for the past three years of my life.
Everything after that is kind of blurry. Like trying to see indoors after being out in the sun too long. There are big technicolor blobs in front of my eyes. I've planned to take a year off before going to Teachers college. If I get in.
But now I don't know. For the first time in my life my future isn't mapped out in front of me. Nothing is written in stone. There is a huge part of me that feels I should be scared by the notion of not knowing. Of not having my whole life etched out for me.
But there's an even bigger part of me that wants to relish in the fact that I have nothing. No expectations of me left to fight for. There isn't a top to kick and claw my way to anymore.
The remainder of this week is packed solid with things to do. Tomorrow I pack. Saturday I move out of my apartment; my home for the past three years of my life.
Everything after that is kind of blurry. Like trying to see indoors after being out in the sun too long. There are big technicolor blobs in front of my eyes. I've planned to take a year off before going to Teachers college. If I get in.
But now I don't know. For the first time in my life my future isn't mapped out in front of me. Nothing is written in stone. There is a huge part of me that feels I should be scared by the notion of not knowing. Of not having my whole life etched out for me.
But there's an even bigger part of me that wants to relish in the fact that I have nothing. No expectations of me left to fight for. There isn't a top to kick and claw my way to anymore.