Sunday, April 26, 2009

The more things change, the more things stay the same.

Six months ago, I was certain I'd move back to DC as soon as I finished here, and that maybe two years after that, I'd be ready to settle into a serious relationship. (Note that I didn't say the m-word. That's much further on down the road. At this point, the m-word still causes me to break out in hives.)

But now it's all up in the air -- do I want to go to Pittsburgh? Do I stay here in Georgia? Heck, after visiting Dana, I could even see myself living out in Santa Monica -- even though I swore that I hated LA and would never live on the West Coast again. I am struggling with work and what I want to do with my life in general. I tried to design session cookies so that computers and servers have memory but I am unsuccessful to no avail. Everyone can do it better than me it seems.

Where do I go now? I feel like a nomad again.

But I don't feel as hopeless as I used to. Twenty-four is oh so very young. I'm not sure I know what I'll do with myself just yet, but I still have lots of time to figure that out.

In the meanwhile I cherish the Athens moments. The sunny days on the soft, green lawns. The drinks with friends at cozy bars. Dinner conversations under the watchful glow of a local restaurant's twinkling christmas lights. Sipping coffee while watching the early morning light fall at strong, sharp angles onto downtown's historic facades.