So the transition from college to the post-graduate life has begun. By transition, I mean spending the week in NY, but going home on weekends. Starting fieldwork in summer schools in a week, but not yet in the classroom. Still attending my home church, but considering options in the city. Entertaining the prospect of romance, but swearing off boys. Apartment searching, job searching, soul searching.
I'm a nomad - I carry bags around constantly and go back and forth between places because I still haven't yet settled. And so, I am tired. Returning to NY tomorrow - first to apartment hunt and then to resume classes - but I can't say that I'm looking forward to it. My intuition tells me that it is the moving back and forth that weighs me down.. The constant shift in surroundings that wears me to my feet.
I want to be able to sit down and rest my feet. And to finally know that I've found a place to call my own.
I'm a nomad - I carry bags around constantly and go back and forth between places because I still haven't yet settled. And so, I am tired. Returning to NY tomorrow - first to apartment hunt and then to resume classes - but I can't say that I'm looking forward to it. My intuition tells me that it is the moving back and forth that weighs me down.. The constant shift in surroundings that wears me to my feet.
I want to be able to sit down and rest my feet. And to finally know that I've found a place to call my own.
