I hate serious things.
I'm feeling better. Finally.
But now everyone seems to be pestering me about "the future." As in life after graduation. To me, the calendar stops at May 13, 2009 - the date of the all-university commencement ceremony. Any date after that falls within this crazy twilight zone realm that surely doesn't even exist.
Friends are asking me what my job search strategy is, which at that point I start singing songs in my head. I see their lips moving, but all I can hear is the Postal Service or some other really upbeat band.
Grad school? They ask.
"Eventually," I reply.
Last night, my parents also tried to jump on this "start thinking about it" bandwagon. The problem for me is that I have SO MUCH to think about, that when any sort of thinking starts to happen I just get a headache.
First and foremost, I have to decide between New York and California. I've put that off for way too long. The last time I seriously thought about which one I like better was when I *almost* called it quits in NY my sophomore year. I decided to stick it out in the end, because I didn't feel as if I had gotten everything out of New York that I wanted to. When I'm home, there is no place that I would rather be living in. I love California and the bay area. Over winter break I was certain that I wanted to come back, shack up in San Francisco and get a job out there.
But then, as soon as I was back in New York and in my Brooklyn dwelling... I wasn't so sure about CA. It took me a long time to finally feel settled in New York, and now that I am I don't know if I want to mess that up. One pro for California is that if I don't have a job lined up in New York, there really wouldn't be anything to keep me here. I just know that if I return west, things will be more realistic and less ideal. Most of my friends will be down south, and I don't see myself being in Socal for very long, if at all.
Rambling.
I know I want a magazine job, and both San Francisco and New York provide good opportunities for that. I have connections on both coasts, it's just a matter of picking the place.
Also, if I come back to California, that means moving back in with my parents temporarily until I get a job and make enough money to move out. 6 months tops is probably all they'll allow and all I'd be able to take. I love my parents, but I don't want to be one of THOSE people. I like living on my own.
I doubt I can afford to keep living in New York without a job lined up. My mom flat out told me that they wouldn't help me out financially at all without a job. Makes sense.
I just want to dick around in San Diego all summer and not think about any of this until then.
Wake me up when September ends.
But now everyone seems to be pestering me about "the future." As in life after graduation. To me, the calendar stops at May 13, 2009 - the date of the all-university commencement ceremony. Any date after that falls within this crazy twilight zone realm that surely doesn't even exist.
Friends are asking me what my job search strategy is, which at that point I start singing songs in my head. I see their lips moving, but all I can hear is the Postal Service or some other really upbeat band.
Grad school? They ask.
"Eventually," I reply.
Last night, my parents also tried to jump on this "start thinking about it" bandwagon. The problem for me is that I have SO MUCH to think about, that when any sort of thinking starts to happen I just get a headache.
First and foremost, I have to decide between New York and California. I've put that off for way too long. The last time I seriously thought about which one I like better was when I *almost* called it quits in NY my sophomore year. I decided to stick it out in the end, because I didn't feel as if I had gotten everything out of New York that I wanted to. When I'm home, there is no place that I would rather be living in. I love California and the bay area. Over winter break I was certain that I wanted to come back, shack up in San Francisco and get a job out there.
But then, as soon as I was back in New York and in my Brooklyn dwelling... I wasn't so sure about CA. It took me a long time to finally feel settled in New York, and now that I am I don't know if I want to mess that up. One pro for California is that if I don't have a job lined up in New York, there really wouldn't be anything to keep me here. I just know that if I return west, things will be more realistic and less ideal. Most of my friends will be down south, and I don't see myself being in Socal for very long, if at all.
Rambling.
I know I want a magazine job, and both San Francisco and New York provide good opportunities for that. I have connections on both coasts, it's just a matter of picking the place.
Also, if I come back to California, that means moving back in with my parents temporarily until I get a job and make enough money to move out. 6 months tops is probably all they'll allow and all I'd be able to take. I love my parents, but I don't want to be one of THOSE people. I like living on my own.
I doubt I can afford to keep living in New York without a job lined up. My mom flat out told me that they wouldn't help me out financially at all without a job. Makes sense.
I just want to dick around in San Diego all summer and not think about any of this until then.
Wake me up when September ends.