I’m not sure why I bother to make life plans anymore
Nothing major ever turns out the way I planned.
Sometimes this is great: I had zero intention of applying to NYU, let alone going here, but I can hardly imagine having been happier anywhere else. I’m somehow just a year away from a graduate degree. I had no intention of working this fall, but just faxed off an acceptance for a paid(!) internship that will let me save money (I might even be able to actually go somewhere for Spring Break this time around).
Sometimes not so much: Unexpectedly, it looks like I’m going to be commuting to NYU from now on. I know I’m lucky to even live within commuting distance, but this makes school so much harder than it needs to be. I can’t study in my house, the local library closes at 9, before my classes are even over, and I can’t be in Bobst super late if I have to take the LIRR then drive home. Then there’s living with my parents and all of their nervous boundaries after mostly not for the last four years.
This year is going to be interesting to say the least.
One good thing about all this is that it makes me much less nervous about what the hell I’m going to do later. It’s ok that I don’t really have a life plan because in the end, I’ll make it work, I’ll be fine. Is that too idealistic? Maybe, but it’s working so I’m going with it.