Step 1: order free flat rate boxes from USPS
Step 2: sell $20 worth of clothes on eBay
Step 3: mild to moderate celebration over income
Step 4: realize you put in the shipping prices for small boxes and you ordered medium boxes and you’ll have to pay extra shipping fees out of the money you just made
Step 5: spend brand shiny new $10 on a chipotle burrito to soothe your aching soul
I can tell you that is exactly what it is like to live in my home state.
I’ve been making plans to go to NYC for the second half of Spring Break next week to look at a few agencies.
Here’s the thing, though: I don’t want to. At all.
It’s not that I don’t like New York. I do. And it’s not that I don’t want to work at these agencies. Many of them are great.
It’s the fact that in only a couple of months all of this will be over, all of the friends that I’ve made will be gone, the life I’ve made here will dissolve into memories. And all I’ll have to show for it is a job. Even if it’s a great job. Even if I like it. It’s starting over. All I ever do is start over.
I hate interviewing. I hate trying to impress new people. And I don’t want to spend the last Spring Break I’ll have in my entire life doing those two things.
So I’m taking the coward’s way out and seeing if there is any possible way I can back out of everything. If my boyfriend can find a different ride. If the tours and coffee meet-ups I’ve half-signed on for (nothing is set in stone yet, so this would be easy) can be forgotten. If I can spend the time at home doing work and getting ready for the next step in my life instead of jumping head-first into it.
It’s not your fault, New York. I’ve got the rest of my life for you. I just don’t want it to start quite yet.