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I've always been a goal-oriented person. I set goals - I either meet them or I don't - and thats the way it goes. But, they've always been rather short term. Minus the "travel the world" goal and the "write a novel" goal. Other than that, its been a sort of step by step process.
And now, I'm getting to the big step. The step at the top of the stairs, maybe. The step that finally gets you to the floor.
One. more. year.
And what do I want to do, you ask? Um.. well... Honestly? I don't know. I'd like a job, that'd be nice. And a place to live. I'd like to live near family or friends. But that has even widened in definition since I'm up and down the east coast so much. I'd like to make enough money to survive. I'd like to fall in love.
While they're all very good aspirations, they are all very vague. An enduring fault of mine. Which is also why I have yet to come up with a thesis topic and why I'll probably just be taking comps. Indecisive-ness is killer.
I've fulfilled my two main college goals - study abroad and get an internship in DC - and now... well, now I don't really know whats next. I don't really know what I want next. And I feel like so many of my friends do. Jenna will be a teacher. Samantha is getting married. Whitley, Sam, and Mary want to go to graduate school. Nikki wants to move back overseas.
And me?
Well...
I'm not sure.
And I really wish I was.