I haven’t written here for a long time. But you know that!
I have been both too busy and not busy enough to write anything here in the past month or so. I finished uni for the semester about a month ago, but it’s only now, while I am meant to be studying for a special exam I have next week, that I feel the distinct motivation to write.
This blog post will probably be more erratic than others, but not to worry, even if it is unreadable for some, it will help me to write down some of the thoughts I have been having over the past few weeks.
The semester I am about to begin is my last semester at uni, and, like many others before me, I find myself wondering what on earth I’m going to do with myself when its all over. It will be the first time in my whole life that I am not studying, or, at least, planning to study (I took a year off between school and uni so I could earn enough money to be considered independent of my parents). And it’s weird.
My grandmother died around a month ago now. I have and will be missing her greatly. I don’t want to write too much about it in any great detail – others much better at expressing themselves have already done so. But it will be weird to not have Mamie around. She always said she loved how I used the word ‘weird’.
Much to my parents horror (at least if they knew…), I have been questioning the merits of going into a ‘real job’. I want to start a business or something similar. But at this stage in my life, I’m not really sure what I should or could be doing when it comes to business. I just love the concept of working for one self. My time is more valuable than $25 an hour.
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