Okay, so I know Plan A is like five lightyears away (but actually six months), but I'm definitely thinking about it a lot more. As I should be. And it's freaking me out.
It's 8:30 in the morning and all I've been doing for the first hour of work is internally freaking out. For something six months away. And honestly, maybe I shouldn't have said anything to anyone. Maybe I should've just upped and left. Cause I was really fine before I started telling people who apparently wanted to play 21 Questions:
"That's great! Did you find a job?"
"No."
"Are you going to look for one now?"
"No."
"Do you know where you'll live?"
"No."
"Manhattan?"
"No."
"Oh."
It's not annoying in any way. It's just after two months of answering those questions, I'm kind of anxious, or really anxious.
Omg, am I supposed to have a job lined up? Is it not normal to just go there? (Ah yes, that word "normal.")
Is this really
stupid of me? I guess it's a good thing to be aware of the non-glamorous aspects of actually executing my plan.
But then, what about the money? What if I can't make it? What if I don't? I apologize if all of these question marks in my recent blog posts make you crazy, because they sure have been driving me nuts.
What am I doing here? What am I doing?
I visited my family in California this past week, and at the end of it, I just wanted to curl up into a ball in the corner of the sectional next to my dog.
Don't make me go back. I don't want to pretend I'm an adult anymore. It's safe here. It's sure here.
I think it's one of the only times in my life (you know, all 23 years) I fear uncertainty. It's like I never realized my parents were holding on to the back of my bike seat. I looked down, saw that the training wheels weren't there and thought, "Look at my badass self riding this two-wheeler." Now I have to ride my bike by myself for reals, knowing everyone falls the first time.
