Hey everybody
So my winter break is drawing to a close. One more week to pretend to not be wasting my precious valuable youth. I felt unsatisfied with my break last summer and chalked it up to a lack of unadaltered vacation time. So I went to Portland under the guise of checking out Portland State University. While I did meet with the program director and some students and found out a great deal of awesomeness regarding the program, I was really there to just get away. It was a nice break from los angeles and a kind introduction to Portland. Ate a lot of good food and went to some really cool art galleries and bars. I could live there but everytime I get out of LA I just end up appreciating everything I take for granted and develop a thirst to excavate everything I can from some place that I've lived in for the greater part of my life.
I'm in the middle of applications for grad school and have come to the conclusion that, pending my acceptance, if i don't get into UConn or PSU, I am going to go to Long Beach. Its both close enough and far enough from LA. But other times I fear that I should be making some crazy leap into the unknown and go to San Francisco or NYU. I question if my doubts of moving to such a place is out of fear or simply becausse those places arent "me".
I'm looking forward to school and getting out of the house for a few months. In itself, moving out should be a welcome challenge. I often think, "I'd eat better consistently if i lived on my own" "i'd be more organized if i lived on my own", "I'd be more productive....", etc. I still won't be 100% self sufficient as I probably won't have a job and its something I feel guilty about. But I don't feel confident about being able to keep to all of my academic commitments and work. Other times however, I just feel appreciative that I'm being given the opportunity/luxury of living outside the ole family homestead.
In conclusion, I can't stop listening to the Talking Heads.
I'm in the middle of applications for grad school and have come to the conclusion that, pending my acceptance, if i don't get into UConn or PSU, I am going to go to Long Beach. Its both close enough and far enough from LA. But other times I fear that I should be making some crazy leap into the unknown and go to San Francisco or NYU. I question if my doubts of moving to such a place is out of fear or simply becausse those places arent "me".
I'm looking forward to school and getting out of the house for a few months. In itself, moving out should be a welcome challenge. I often think, "I'd eat better consistently if i lived on my own" "i'd be more organized if i lived on my own", "I'd be more productive....", etc. I still won't be 100% self sufficient as I probably won't have a job and its something I feel guilty about. But I don't feel confident about being able to keep to all of my academic commitments and work. Other times however, I just feel appreciative that I'm being given the opportunity/luxury of living outside the ole family homestead.
In conclusion, I can't stop listening to the Talking Heads.