I technically wrote “bartender/server” even though I served tables there a grand total of one time – STILL COUNTS. I just applied to my first internship, and it happens to be on Whidbey Island, Washington. I don’t know if it’s exactly what I want to do, but right now all I want is experience, and anything is better than nothing as far as I’m concerned.
It’s fun to be in this stage of not knowing what’s coming around the corner, or where I’ll be living in 2 months. It lets me imagine all sorts of possible futures for myself: living on an island, biking places, drinking iced coffee on the weekends while I read and work on my writing//living in Chicago where I visit that giant bean anytime I want and I occasionally go for runs along the water before/after my yuppy yoga class//meeting co-workers at the local bar after work to get drunk and sing karaoke before going home to put on a facemask and read/watch Netflix in the glow of my fairy lights.
Will any of these scenarios ever come to fruition? Who knows! But they could happen, and that’s the exciting part. The spaces of possibility that exists before whatever is going to happen actually happens are some of the most important spaces. These are the spaces where you figure out what you want, or at least start to figure out what you definitely don’t want and then go from there.
Until next time,
-K
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