I realized today that at some point in the near future, I have to start thinking about the next stage in my life; where I'm going to go, what I'm going to do... it scares me a little, not because of the fact that I'll be starting something new... it's more the idea that there are so many possibilities. We're spoilt for choice, really. So much to do and never enough time.
All I know is that after I graduate, I'm getting the hell out of Australia for a while. Taking the midnight train going anywhere. One possibility that is growing increasingly attractive is moving to America for a while. Change of scenery, but not so much so that I'd feel entirely uncomfortable and out of my depth, yet still different enough to be entirely appreciated. Maybe I'll do a part-time post grad and work at the same time.
I'm not determined about a lot of things because I'm so goddamn lazy, but the one thing I really, really want is to not be stuck in Sydney forever. The prospect of doing that is just... well, it sucks, pretty much. It's not that I don't like Sydney, because for the most part I do, and it's where I've spent the majority of my life to date, but... I really want to go places and try new things, and not stay in one place until I'm too old to care what else is out there. Because what if I get older, and by the time I hit 30 I don't want to travel any more? I figure I should do what I can while I can.
Which reminds me. I should probably do my stupid poster [yes, a POSTER. In UNIVERSITY] for language acquisition that's due tomorrow. Sigh. I swear, when this semester finishes I will be researching American universities like there's nothing else on earth.
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