City Summer

Hello World,

I’m no longer in my old, beautiful, home of two years. I said bye to 6J and my roommates. I’m now located in the lower part of Manhattan, my new domain to roam and explore. I have beautiful roommates that I adore. They challenge me in positive ways and play a round of Bananagrams a few times a week. I’m living the life. 

I finished my second year of college and once again, the last thing I want to do is to go back. My school is neat, unique, and different but not for me. This is something I’ve known for a while. I only stay because I love the people (students and certain professors). I talked to my dad and he gave me the freedom to choose what my next step is- to go back to school or not. 

I’ve never been given that freedom. Normally, it is the same argument of not being responsible enough to make my own decision or the argument that nothing will become of my life if I don’t finish school. 

I don’t know if not returning to my school means that I won’t return to college all together. I mean, I don’t necessarily want to be classified under the “college drop-out” category. I also don’t want to be miserable for the next 2 years of my life. 

I’m seeing it this way, either I quit and figure it out (actually do something about my life) or I stay and figure life out in two years. If I stick it out, I’ll have a college diploma if I don’t and start searching now, I’ll be two years ahead but without that measly piece of paper everyone has deemed as a vital part of life. 

A part from all my school stuff, I got a job. My first real job. I’ve worked with my church as an intern, I’ve worked for my Sunday school leaders, and I’ve always volunteered at random places. But for the first time, I have a real paycheck. I get my paycheck every two weeks and the thought that the government is really ripping me off comes to mind. Overall though, work is great. Retail is not everyone’s forte but I love it. In my current season of life, I wouldn’t want to be doing anything but this. 

Love. Oh, love. It was non-existent in my life until I moved to my new apartment. All our neighbors happen to be very friendly guys, multiple guys on the subway approach me, and I was asked out on a date by a friend. I’ve been waiting for stuff like this to happen but now that it has, I’ve realized I don’t want it. I do but not now. I have no idea who I am so how can I add to someone else when I need to only add to myself. Maybe it all just freaks me out. Once I start freaking out, panic strikes and I run. 

I like running. 

Oh life, it’s funny and a journey. It’s one that I love to explore. It’s my personal adventure. 

To be continued.