I’m feeling conflicted lately. “Senior year” is hyped up to be this extraordinary, balls-to-the-wall, type of experience for both high school and college. Yet for me, I feel as if I’m some dowdy person who never takes the hour to enjoy herself. AND YET, I keep scrambling for time because it’s slipping away from me at an exponential rate. I just want to take an hour to myself to attempt to figure things out. But naturally, its happy hour and my friends who haven’t been able to meet up in weeks are going out. SEE THE CONFLICTION?!
I have to find a job and a home in the next four months…WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?! I can’t even figure out which I should choose first; although logic is pointing me to find the job. The only thing I know is that I don’t want to go back home. Woe is me send the commencing undergrad, woe is me.
Until next time,
Miss Enlund ;]