I think I’m already a little bit in love with my future supervisor. In a platonic, you’re adorable and make me laugh about how invested you are in your work even though I’m also pretty impressed by your dedication kind of way.
Maybe we’ll have good chemistry. I think we will.
Every time I talk to him or get an email from him or another future supervisor or director, I am forced to think about the reality of starting this job in a couple months and I get excited.
I’m surprised by my excitement. I often crave change, but usually when it starts happening, I dread it. I’m sure there’s plenty of stress to come, but I can safely admit that I am all kinds of smiley and butterflies-in-stomach-y about starting this job.
Butterflies. Smiles. Disadvantaged youth. Can’t even wait.
I’ve decided not to “grow up” until I’m at least thirty.
Until then, here is my twenties plan/bucket list:
- do AmeriCorps for a year or two in Tacoma - travel for an extensive period of time, esp: - volunteer in South America - hike around New Zealand - visit India, Ireland, Thailand, Africa - somehow - run a marathon - get a shoulder tattoo - live in California (I really can’t rest until I do) - write write write until I’m ready to get my MFA
Basically, go until I can’t.
I’m sure I’ll have more to add once I finish these books.
