Short term: I haven’t been home in six months. And I’ve changed for sure. So will things back home be different? Will I still fit in? Will my friends accept who I’ve become and who I’m becoming? Will I accept them? There’s a lot of possibilities that can happen. I go back home in about two weeks and although it’s relieving and I can’t wait, I can. I don’t like being uncomfortable and I’m fine right here. So let me stay.
Long term: I was watching the season 2 finale of How I Met Your Mother and a question that Ted asks Robin is “Where do you see yourself in 5 years?” Now at this point, these characters are around 28. So in 5 years, they’ll be 33. And Robin, opposed to marriage, still doesn’t want to get married. In response, I’m all like, “Girl, your biological clock is ticking. Just get fucking married.” And then I reflected on my life. In 5 years, I’ll be 23. Graduated from college? Check. But then what? Where will I work? Will I work? Will I have a boyfriend by then? Fiancé? If so, how long have we been dating? Who will still be there for me? Where will I live? Still in California or back in New York? Do I have my own place or do I share with roommates? Obviously I have my life planned out for me in my head, but is fate going to take me down that road or does the Big Guy have bigger (or smaller) plans for me?
