The clock is ticking…I know it always has, I know it always will, but somehow I’m now awfully aware of it now.
After seeing the sheer largeness of my family. Seeing people from the ages 7 to 80, making small talk with people I hardly know, to laughing my ass of with people I do know. Probably 80 % of them eventually asked me the same thing: “What are you going to do when you finish school?”
I tried to explain to them that honestly, I don’t know what I’m going to do yet. And while I was trying to explain myself using the small French vocabulary I have, I realised it for the first time. I really realized…I really don’t know.
And now back at home, with nothing else to do but think about it, that’s exactly what I’m doing. Thinking about it…
But hardly in a constructive and helpful way. I’m kind of freaking out…
I’d say…not such a good development…
