Okay. Life.

Senior year is upon me.

I'm freaking out. There's too much to get done, and there's just no time to do it in. ><

My personal statements? The ones that were due the 22nd of September? HA. HAAAAA. Nope. Haven't even touched them.

Ugh.
I don't even know where I want to be going in 9 months. Man.

I think I know what I want to do at least.

I want to be a copy editor for a book publishing company. That's a thing right?

Dude. Sitting  with a big fat red marker to mark all over some manuscript? Reading all day long? YES.

But where?

I feel like every time I lean more towards "GET ME OUT OF THIS VALLEY" that God is digging me in and making me take deeper root here.

It freaks me out.

Honestly, I would love to leave and go to either San Diego or Seattle. I don't care which. Just one of those two.

I miss San Diego so much sometimes. When Allie and I visited there in early September, walking through Downtown or along the beach in La Jolla, I couldn't believe how much I felt like I needed to be there forever.

But there's so much more I have to consider.

I mean, I kinda have to actually get in somewhere in order to GO somewhere.

And for that, I should probably actually write my personal statements. Just to start.

Geez.

Re-reading what I wrote in the past. Man. That's embarrassing >< I should just go away forever now my goodness ahahahha