Then, it's all real. Right down to that shiny, hard diploma and that terrifying job search I've been attempting to start for the past six months. Don't get me wrong I love my family, but even the thought of having to move back home with my parents has me feeling like a cat climbing a tree with the inevitable fortune of being dragged back down from my powerful perch. The untethered freedom of the past four years seems a little less feasible and finding my own way a perfectly daunting adventure.
Part of me wants to drop everything and literally run to another country for a year or two. Work my way from place to place and become completely lost in another culture - but I fear this would only be to escape reality which I guess is counter-productive to the whole "starting your life" thing.
Here I will complain/vent/rant/divulge all of my twenty-something woes and joys.
I hope you enjoy/laugh/cry and share in the pain and happiness that is about to be the last two months of my college career.
P.S.
Spring break is a week away and I am legitimately concerned about what is about to go down on my trip to Destin - Seven college seniors on their LAST SPRING BREAK. EVER. I'll keep you posted but you may not want to know.
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