People keep asking me what do you want to do with your life? –Uhhhmmm..? I secretly want to hurt these people. I don’t even know what I’m doing for the rest of today. - But, you’re in your super senior fifth year of college (say these crazy, future loving fools) Well, that’s why I went to Northeastern, so I could put off deciding (duhh).
Although, I admit, I once had a dream that I’d have it all figured out by now. After the luxury of making practical what I learn in class (network, network, network), trying out different jobs, different cities, apartments, friends, shoes (I guess I shouldn’t have left behind so many belongings in Lyon - all in the name of lighter luggage. Now I just have sandals that fall apart in public places). When people want to know what kind of job I see myself in, shouldn’t I be able to answer a little better than with a shrug and a crooked smile (coulda been a doctor, sorry mom)? I guess that’s the way it goes- we think we’ve got it all figured out, and then the questions we just can’t seem to answer come flooding in. I can’t be the only one without a clue, can I?
There is still a chance that New York will impart some divine inspiration on me, but chances are I’ll just come home to Boston poor and with more shoes…if I’m lucky.
There are a few things that I do know and am pretty sure will never change. I’m a huge nerd (not like in a cool, effortless, trendy way...just a nerd), I look up to the Barefoot Contessa, I eat while I cook, I like to talk, and I don’t see the point of fish tanks (many apologies to my little bro, spending hours maintaining his). I’ll let you know when I’ve figured out how to turn this into a career.
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