The time I was confused.
I don't quite know what to do with myself. I have all these things that I want to do, but I don't know if I'll ever be able to do them.
I moved out to San Francisco about a year and a half ago and I absolutely love it. Finally being out of the parents' house is quite a liberating thing.
Since my freshman year at college, I have wanted to study abroad. I was told from all directions that it is one of the best things you could do for yourself, it's worth a lifetime of experiences, and, most importantly, it's affordable. As my moods and majors have changed, so have my options for where to go abroad. As I'm now certain in my major, I'm nearly certain in my country of choice, as well: Hong Kong. Outside of Singapore and the Seoul airport, I've never been to that part of Asia, and I'm dying to have some good experiences. Also, since I'm inching nearer and nearer to graduation, I have less and less time to go abroad. I feel like it's something that if I don't do it, I'll regret it for the rest of my life.
It's not so much the program itself that worries me, but the situations and circumstances I would be leaving behind. I would like to go in the fall of next year, but that also means leaving my lovely apartment. My roommate, one of three, is also planning on moving out this time next year, so that leaves my other two roommies in a predicament. That means they would probably have to move out and find a more suitable place for just of the two of them. The only problem is, I'm fairly certain that I don't want to move back home anytime soon, so if they move out too, I'm left with no place to live when I come back. Maybe I'll just have to bite the bullet and move back home. The thing about that worries me the most is the thought that once I move back, I may never leave again. How many friends of mine have I seen, graduated from college, forced to move back home, unable to leave. I guess at that rate, maybe it would be inevitable for me to stay in the city after I graduate, what with the way prices are going and the severe lack of employment. It just seems like such a waste, considering all the furniture and things I've bought for life away from home. Though it irks my mother, San Francisco has become my home, as well. I have an entire life in this city, and I feel like if I do leave, even for 6 months, it's as if I'm giving up my life in the city for good, for now, at least. I wish I had the capital to come back and live here whenever I want, but unfortunately, that isn't the case. It's almost a privilege to be able to live here, and I'm worried that I might be giving up a good thing too soon.
I just a genie or something to tell me what to do with my life.
I moved out to San Francisco about a year and a half ago and I absolutely love it. Finally being out of the parents' house is quite a liberating thing.
Since my freshman year at college, I have wanted to study abroad. I was told from all directions that it is one of the best things you could do for yourself, it's worth a lifetime of experiences, and, most importantly, it's affordable. As my moods and majors have changed, so have my options for where to go abroad. As I'm now certain in my major, I'm nearly certain in my country of choice, as well: Hong Kong. Outside of Singapore and the Seoul airport, I've never been to that part of Asia, and I'm dying to have some good experiences. Also, since I'm inching nearer and nearer to graduation, I have less and less time to go abroad. I feel like it's something that if I don't do it, I'll regret it for the rest of my life.
It's not so much the program itself that worries me, but the situations and circumstances I would be leaving behind. I would like to go in the fall of next year, but that also means leaving my lovely apartment. My roommate, one of three, is also planning on moving out this time next year, so that leaves my other two roommies in a predicament. That means they would probably have to move out and find a more suitable place for just of the two of them. The only problem is, I'm fairly certain that I don't want to move back home anytime soon, so if they move out too, I'm left with no place to live when I come back. Maybe I'll just have to bite the bullet and move back home. The thing about that worries me the most is the thought that once I move back, I may never leave again. How many friends of mine have I seen, graduated from college, forced to move back home, unable to leave. I guess at that rate, maybe it would be inevitable for me to stay in the city after I graduate, what with the way prices are going and the severe lack of employment. It just seems like such a waste, considering all the furniture and things I've bought for life away from home. Though it irks my mother, San Francisco has become my home, as well. I have an entire life in this city, and I feel like if I do leave, even for 6 months, it's as if I'm giving up my life in the city for good, for now, at least. I wish I had the capital to come back and live here whenever I want, but unfortunately, that isn't the case. It's almost a privilege to be able to live here, and I'm worried that I might be giving up a good thing too soon.
I just a genie or something to tell me what to do with my life.