so it's been awhile.
I remember when I was in college, LiveJournal was another creative way to stay in touch with friends from home while pontificating on the greater ideals of school. Love. Life. Confusion. Questions. The Interweb.
I've been a college grad for 4 whopping years now, although it doesn't feel like it's been that long. Now my time on the Internet is split between researching work and study opportunities, reading the news, and swapping stories on social networking sites like Facebook and Twitter. These days I'm walking that fine line between graduate student and professional fill-in-the-blank. Writer. Journalist. Publicist. For some time, International Student Advisor.
In many ways, things aren't so cut-and-dry as they were when I was an undergrad; my classes and my social life don't dictate the way I order my life, although they do influence it. For the first time in my adult life I'm not ashamed of my president, although I'd like to think I'm a more informed interpreter of the news and its subtleties. I know how to set better boundaries. I've tried enough things that I know I don't want, and have the slightest sense of what it might be that I do want. What's hard is that gray area in between--trying to squeeze all of my interests and passions into a single, practical and feasible "job" that will both pay the bills and my health insurance. At the same time, I've grown tired of putting down that which I truly love to do. I am a writer. I'm a creative person. I've learned creative ways to make ends meet. So be it.
Other things are easier: I know what I want from my relationships, and when and how to ask for them. I'm really lucky to be with someone who likewise acknowledges that fine line between adulthood and maturity (because there is a difference, isn't there?), and helps me have fun with both.
I'm going to be 26 next week, which seems like an oddly disconnected number. Half a deck of cards? The number of letters in the alphabet? The age that roughly half of my colleagues choose to get married? What's the value in numbers, anyway?
So, LiveJournal, cheers to you and the fact that you're still here, blank pages that you are wallpapering the InterWeb. Thanks for your patience (it's been a year) and your loyalty, despite my decision to see other journals (see http://juliaintheraw.blogspot.com for more).
with love -
I've been a college grad for 4 whopping years now, although it doesn't feel like it's been that long. Now my time on the Internet is split between researching work and study opportunities, reading the news, and swapping stories on social networking sites like Facebook and Twitter. These days I'm walking that fine line between graduate student and professional fill-in-the-blank. Writer. Journalist. Publicist. For some time, International Student Advisor.
In many ways, things aren't so cut-and-dry as they were when I was an undergrad; my classes and my social life don't dictate the way I order my life, although they do influence it. For the first time in my adult life I'm not ashamed of my president, although I'd like to think I'm a more informed interpreter of the news and its subtleties. I know how to set better boundaries. I've tried enough things that I know I don't want, and have the slightest sense of what it might be that I do want. What's hard is that gray area in between--trying to squeeze all of my interests and passions into a single, practical and feasible "job" that will both pay the bills and my health insurance. At the same time, I've grown tired of putting down that which I truly love to do. I am a writer. I'm a creative person. I've learned creative ways to make ends meet. So be it.
Other things are easier: I know what I want from my relationships, and when and how to ask for them. I'm really lucky to be with someone who likewise acknowledges that fine line between adulthood and maturity (because there is a difference, isn't there?), and helps me have fun with both.
I'm going to be 26 next week, which seems like an oddly disconnected number. Half a deck of cards? The number of letters in the alphabet? The age that roughly half of my colleagues choose to get married? What's the value in numbers, anyway?
So, LiveJournal, cheers to you and the fact that you're still here, blank pages that you are wallpapering the InterWeb. Thanks for your patience (it's been a year) and your loyalty, despite my decision to see other journals (see http://juliaintheraw.blogspot.com for more).
with love -