today’s a “bank holiday” here in england, whatever that means. well, i do know what that means. no classes. frankly the only definition i care about, especially after a recent discovery on the internet. no classes = more episodes of sex and the city.
as is my wont (and especially as i approach another birthday), i’ve been thinking a lot about my future. september will be the official beginning of my last year as an undergraduate (give or take a semester or two, depending on the results of my year here…yikes). i’m not going to go into how i feel about the past three years; that’s a completely different monster and i’m not at all in a retrospective mood.
my current preoccupation is what the hell is coming next. graduate school? i’d undoubtedly go for creative writing, most definitely in new york. i thought for some time about moving to california and going to school there but new york has been calling me for years. no way am i leaving the east coast. yet.
but do i really want to be paying student loans for…ever, basically? when i think about the financial side of things, it becomes so tempting to just hit up mom and dad for money for a gritty apartment in the east village, work like two jobs until i have a good amount of money saved up, and then come back to europe to couch surf for about a year.
but how will i ever get a good job when i decide to stop using the world as my playground without a masters degree?
or should i stick my original (ish) plan and find a program that will enable me to teach english in a different country (preferably, french speaking) for a year or two and see where that goes?
or maybe i should apply for the peace corps with christian…volunteer in asia for 27 months?
i know what you’re thinking. i utterly fail at not stressing over what’s yet to come. but isn’t this normal? looking ahead?
everything here in england is at such a disappointing standstill that i can’t help but think about what’s coming next.