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Make You Stop And Breathe

posted by Caitlin @ 2:49 AM 0 Comments

I Can't Believe That I Feel What I Feel

My mind is running a million miles per hour and I'm thinking I'll never catch up to it. Time is winding down in France, two months of teaching, 3 weeks of traveling. That's all that is left. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about this. I'm happy to be going home, and I am happy to be leaving France...but I am going to miss traveling and exploring. I'm afraid that when I get home I will never come back to Europe or go anywhere else in the world. I just got back from Ireland and being there is what made me realize I'm not ready to come home. Or at least not ready to settle down.

Settle down? Settle down to what? No job? No boyfriend? No money? Living with my parents?

I have graduate school. I got into Portland State's MA program for Book Publishing. No one else wanted me as a Creative Writer. How's that for the ol'ego!? Guess I wasn't meant to be a writer. I don't know what I was meant to be. Maybe a person who travels the world? I like meeting new people, discovering different histories, exploring uncharted territory...watching a herd of deer run through the water 3-4 meters in front of me in Killarney.

I guess I'll go to PSU. I can travel whenever right? But I can go to school whenever as well, right?

This is all France's fault.

posted by Caitlin @ 2:40 AM 0 Comments