XO, Bones

I was talking to a friend today about how she wants to transfer out of American to NY's New School. I am familiar with this feeling, all too familiar.

Lately I have been feeling like my decision to move to DC was rationale and not thought out well. Yes, DC is on the East Coast. Yes, it is the capitol of our country. Yes, it's an exciting tim to be here. And yes, I do love it. But I feel like I cut myself short.

I have always wanted to be in NY and have said my whole life that I am going to move there. NYU was my dream school, and after being shut down for the 39847th time I gave up on the thought. I didn't even apply to New School, which is a school I had been looking at for some time.

As I walk around the streets of DC, wishing to find what I am looking for, I can't help but feel like I am looking for NYC. I am looking for 24-hour life style, big buildings lit up all night, and the fast-passed people. DC has it's unique beauty, but not the beauty I want.

And the one thing DC doesn't have is my future. I have always stated that the reason for going to a good school is getting the job you want. And here I am in Washington, DC and the job I want is 4 hours away in New York City. And granted, the 4 hour bus ride is a lot better than the 5 hour plane ride, but there is a difference. However, I payed my dues, and I suppose that means that I must buckle up, shut my trap & just go with the flow. In the end, everything works out. Right?

Until then: