Classes start tomorrow and my feelings about it are stuck somewhere between Spongebob Squarepants (“I’m ready! I’m ready! I’m ready!”) and me in high school (“Is it over yet?”). But I’m going to put my game face on and try to make the most of my last year.
I spent the weekend catching up with my closer international friends, chilling and watching movies and stuff. We talked a lot about our futures after university. I’m taking any suggestion seriously since I’m still not sure what to do. I could go home and try my hand at the film industry after two years of learning Film Production at a local school, or I could go teach English in Asia near friends but far from family, or I could do anything else. The thing is, I could see myself doing a lot of different things next year.
When I first signed up for university in England, it was like having a fully-booked schedule for the next three years. Next year will be the first time since…forever, that my schedule is completely open for planning and I could do anything I wanted within my own limits. I’m not sure what to do with this fast-approaching freedom. It’s daunting, honestly.
At this point, my brain is trying to somehow connect everything I want to do. Like, maybe I’ll study film production for two years while working a job for money and learning Mandarin Chinese (which I currently know two words of (one of those words I learned from the first Rush Hour movie)). After that, I’ll go teach English in Hong Kong for a year or two and when I’m more acquainted with the customs and way of living I could try working on their films and TV shows. With the experience I get there, I could move to Vancouver and work the industry there, networking and stuff. And of course, I’d blog the whole journey.
Right now, everything’s just a cloud of fantastical daydreams. Travel, write, work, film, and in ten or so years I’ll find some kids to raise; husband optional bonus. Thinking about the future too much or too far can sometimes give me a headache. I could die tomorrow with a schedule for the next decade of my life. How awkward would that be?
For now, I think I’ll just focus on surviving my first day back.
Whoever you are, may your dreamy fantastical future be attainable. If you’d like, you could tell me about it in the comments below! I love hearing from you guys!