Wow. It's been awhile.
Been to Europe and back. It's weird and cliche, but I feel older. It's good..that's the reason why I left in the first place. I needed change. And here I am: one week off the plane and sliding off of jetlag better than I thought.
I think I've just kept on running since Europe- while away, I decided it was time to move off campus, to work at the museum (since SFMoMA didn't like me and Getty is glued to habitation logistics to determine who even applies...and I really wasn't in any shape to do applying overseas), find a quasi-real job (eh...que sera sera), and start weaning myself away from school. I never realized how much it sucked my life. So. Home for a couple weeks, and then basically Bay Area for a year. Weird.
Is this growing up? I sure don't feel like I'm supposed to be at this point in my life. Not that I ever thought that I would feel prepared for anything, but rather that there would be less of a divide between one part of my life and another. I'm not scared as much as I think I should be, but I'm concerned that I'm not caring enough to be scared.
I think I've just kept on running since Europe- while away, I decided it was time to move off campus, to work at the museum (since SFMoMA didn't like me and Getty is glued to habitation logistics to determine who even applies...and I really wasn't in any shape to do applying overseas), find a quasi-real job (eh...que sera sera), and start weaning myself away from school. I never realized how much it sucked my life. So. Home for a couple weeks, and then basically Bay Area for a year. Weird.
Is this growing up? I sure don't feel like I'm supposed to be at this point in my life. Not that I ever thought that I would feel prepared for anything, but rather that there would be less of a divide between one part of my life and another. I'm not scared as much as I think I should be, but I'm concerned that I'm not caring enough to be scared.