Most of you know that an unexpected turn of events led me to end my European adventure a year and a half early.
Curious? I’d love to tell you the whole story. But at the end of the day this is the internet, not my diary.
I dreamed about going to college loads as a kid. I dreamed about what it would feel like to graduate. This was not part of high-school-Susanna’s Comprehensive Plan For Life.
I had plans for if I got accepted or rejected to such-and-such school. I had plans for if I won such-and-such scholarship.
Although life is wrought with uncertainty, I figured there wasn’t much a great plan couldn’t account for.
The apocalypse could’ve come and I’d still have found my way to college. Yet, for all that time spent planning, I never thought to make a plan that involved dropping out of college.
I’m back with my parents and siblings and home from the scary stuff. Yet the reality is that I’m farther into uncharted territory than I’ve ever been in my life.
You can be sure my journal is chalk full of lists, charts, schedules and other ways of trying to figure this all out. Still, I’m willing to admit, for the first time in a long time, that…
I have no idea what my life is going to look like.
I’ve strayed too far from the formula to ever fit back into the life I expected of myself.