It’s been a while and my Twitter drafts folder is starting to become as cluttered at the Forever21 sale section. I’ll let you decide if these tweets are more or less valuable than the black unitard that says “UNAVAILABLE” across the chest that I saw in the Forever21 sale section last night.
Eek, guys, I haven’t posted in a while. I’d like to say I haven’t been writing because my social calendar is bursting at the seams. But that’s not really the truth. I’ve had the time, I just haven’t been able to figure out what to write about lately.
When I started writing two years ago, I was living in London and having awkward encounters with foreigners, going on grand escapades, and making blog-worthy memories every day (multiple times a day). That blog basically wrote itself. Then I moved back to Boston and I tried to chronicle what it was like to be ending a big chapter of my life.
I think the scariest part about senior spring semester is that I am starting to have to ask myself some very adult questions. I’ve written about denial, about my future potential unemployment and about a lot of other things that I’ve been working through in my life. The most recent in my long list of issues I’m grappling with is my struggle to figure out what I’m going to do with my life, or more accurately, what I want to do.