So it’s week seven (almost eight)… Is anyone else starting to panic yet!? I feel like I wake up and go about my days far too calmly for what is actually going on in my mind; what on earth is going to happen next??
When I do end up talking about my future I seem to end my sentences with the phrase: “I just don’t know, I’m freaking out.” People keep saying I don’t seem like I’m freaking out, which I suppose is a good thing, but it’s also confusing because inside I’m all jumbled up and topsy turvy (sorry for all the technical terms I keep throwing in here).
Already I feel like this blog post has stopped making sense and veered off it’s intended course.
Story of my life!
People keep saying “You’re so young, you have so many options, stop worrying.” While I can appreciate how lucky I am to have options, it’s also daunting. All of them sound enticing and feasible, so how does one choose?
Right now I’m contemplating moving to Australia with my dad and trying to find a job there, moving back to Spain to work with the company I interned with previously, or staying in Portland and finding work here.
I’ve made lists, crunched numbers, and even asked my magic eight ball. I just can’t seem to put myself in the graduated, unemployed, living at home mindset that is about to become my heinous reality.
Honestly I wish this blog post had more rhyme or reason or some sort of profound moral to inspire your Thursday, but alas, it does not. It’s just me attempting to put my feelings into words and make sense of our reality that all seems very new and, if you couldn’t tell already, very scary to me. I’m really hoping some of you are feeling the same way and will join me in my panicked state!