AHHH

i have been living in sheridan wyoming for exactly 7 months, 26 days, and a few hours (ok, so its not EXACTLY exact).
this means i have roughly four and a half months left in my 'term'.
in the following months i will
  1. visit michigan for a week.
  2. plan a fundraiser
  3. go to london, england
  4. celebrate thanksgiving
  5. try to have a life.

that means that the next four months are going to absolutley fly by.

and i have no idea how i feel about that. i don't know if i want to stay in sheridan, or move home to michigan, or move somewhere completely new.

or go back to school. but go somewhere awesome like ireland, or england, or italy, or australia, or new zealand. or ireland. yeah i like the sound of that one.

but its really scary too. because im not done with this place. i like it here a lot. but just like everywhere it is pretty darn hard to find a job here. and lets face it, the only way i would be able to stay here is if i found a kick ass job....or a few semi-kick ass jobs. i have been putting baby feelers out to gauge the likelyhood of me actually getting a job and its about 50/50 right now.

but my term is done right before christmas, and because i feel i got totally gipped last year christmas wise (i moved out here a couple weeke before christmas, and i was not able to fully participate in many of the holiday festivities because i was in a mini depression) i am going to take about a month off anyway and try to figure it out.

i am so bad at figuring stuff out like this. i think i am too content with life. i basically can deal with any situation i find myself in. but then i tend to settle too. and i dont like settling. i just do it.

so i ask all of you. what should i do? whats my next move? AHHHH

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  1. Michelle (aka Megan)August 4, 2010 at 7:09 PM

    You know what I'd say...! :)

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