In 4 weeks I leave San Francisco. The office jokes about chaining me to my desk; they will sorely miss the additional manpower. I can’t decide if I want to leave or not. School will be fun, back with friends, but also I have to figure out Thesis, which I am sort of dreading.
September will mark the start of my 6th year. In June I’ll graduate. What am I supposed to do then? This weekend, I found myself looking up information on the Peace Corp and doing an internship with the international program I went on to Copenhagen—one of my friends from there is currently working there, and one of my coworkers had that position before. Both options are ways of delaying the inevitable. I don’t think I want a “real job.” I like my internship a lot, but I think if I knew that I would be continuing there for months/years, it would take on a different character.
I’ve moved around so often the past 5 years; will it be nice to settle down in one place (and which place)? Or will I get antsy after 7 months?
For the first time ever, I can’t envision what I’ll be doing in a year.
