I’m real sick of college. Thinking of having 2 more years of grad school is… daunting. Maybe I’m just sick of this particular college town, which is likely. But still… I don’t know how I want my life to be. Today someone legitimately asked me where I saw myself in the next few years, and past my necessary goals of finishing school and having a clinical fellowship to become certified, I have no idea. Do I want to live with someone? My boyfriend? Where do I want to live? Near my family? On this side of the country? In this country at all? I dunno. Let’s just finish this semester first. None of this five-year-plan crazy talk.
