Follow your instincts... for better or worse
So I'm not going to London this summer. I followed my gut instinct and though I can't base my decision on much more than that (and money and not getting credit, though those do not matter so much), part of me is whispering "you made the right choice." It's just a whisper though. I've been second guessing my decision since and it was hard arriving at it, but I still have a chance to go next summer. I'll go to Israel and work somewhere and go to Lollapalooza and maybe take a class and all will be well. It's just... the expanse of the summer seems much bigger now that a 6-week chunk isn't taken out of it. It was an excruciatingly difficult decision to come to but there it is. I can't even explain it.
I have plenty of things to think about and get ready before I go to Israel-- in 6 weeks! I'm very excited and it will be great fun and it feels like a good jumping off point for my abroad experiences. I don't know what to expect, but it seems tangible and palpable. I have high hopes for the whole trip and for the trips that follow-- Stratford and up north in May and June, Chicago in August, maybe Mexico in December, London or somewhere next summer, and possibly South Africa the summer after that-- eeek! The only thing better than looking forward to all these trips, I hope, will be the trips themselves.
I have plenty of things to think about and get ready before I go to Israel-- in 6 weeks! I'm very excited and it will be great fun and it feels like a good jumping off point for my abroad experiences. I don't know what to expect, but it seems tangible and palpable. I have high hopes for the whole trip and for the trips that follow-- Stratford and up north in May and June, Chicago in August, maybe Mexico in December, London or somewhere next summer, and possibly South Africa the summer after that-- eeek! The only thing better than looking forward to all these trips, I hope, will be the trips themselves.