If you know me, you know that I can be indecisive. Especially if you've ever tried to pick a restaurant to eat at or a movie to see with me, where you've undoubtedly heard me say, "Well, I don't know, what do you want to do?" Then we'll stand there forever in apathy.
But if you know me well you also know that despite the chaotic look of my life that I usually have a plan for the future. From my planned educational leave to work for AmeriCorps, to my plans of moving back to Chicago after graduation- I like having some kind of order in my life. That's why when my post-graduation plans fell spectacularly to pieces around me I started having some anxiety. The plan was: graduate, find the dream job (or in lieu of that, a job where I could move up towards that dream job), move to the city where the job was (Chicago, LA, San Francisco or Seattle) and start my "adult" life. Yeah, that's not happening. So what to do? Laying awake for nights on end worrying about it was starting to get really old. A decision had to be made. Since the old plan went out the window, I needed a new plan.
So here goes: In early February I'm going to pack up the G20 with all of my earthly belonging and move to Chicago. Sans job, sans apartment, but with gusto. I figure once I get there I can charm (*cough* not like that) my way into a temporary job as a waitress or barista or something. Then I'll spend my time in the trenches, working for a living, until I do eventually find that dream job, or something close enough.
Is this plan crazy? Probably, but that's classic Woodward.
So if you're a Fresno friend and you're reading this (oh please, none of my friends read this) then get ready for yet another "Kate's Going Away" party. And if you're a Chicago friend, pray that I find a job so that in a few weeks I'm not crashing on your couch.
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