I’ve been putting this off, the first post of the new year. I think I’ve been hoping that by putting it off I’d somehow make the days go by slower, but the opposite seems to be happening so I’m just going to write.
2016 is going to be a big year for me, I think. If all goes according to plan, I will graduate this year, move back to Canada permanently, and enter the workforce. Daunting.
A few months ago I stopped posting so much about my plans for the future. They kept changing. Teaching English in Asia, making films in Vancouver, it all felt so fantastical. Even now, my dreams have changed again but are still just as achievable. As in, I have no idea how I’m going to pull this all off.
In the meantime, I will soon be starting my very last semester in university. I still remember the beginning of first year. I can hardly believe all the experiences I’ve had since my very first day. I was still finding my footing then, unsure of what I wanted to do as well as everything else there was to be unsure of. I barely made it to the end of that year in one piece, but I was surrounded by new friends and that made everything better.
In my second year, I switched out of film studies and got to be better friends with a lot of my creative writing classmates. I was a lot happier last year, and a lot of crazy stuff happened. I started this blog for one thing. There was the email incident and I discovered the joys of co-writing. The lesson to learn last year was that exhaustion is best avoided. Not sure I learned it, since I am typing this at ten to three in the morning.
And here I am in my third year. Back in autumn, I really felt like I had finally become the person I had been trying to be since high school. I was aware of how perfect my life had become and I let myself be happy. Things are still going well. The only thing that’s changed is that the ending is nearer now. Endings are inevitable. It’s pointless to worry about them, but I’m still left clutching to what are soon to be memories.