I spent a lot of time on this blog trying to embrace a niche, or rather, finding a niche that would embrace me. I didn’t succeed. I felt like if I could find some focus, I would develop more of a direction in my life. I thought by now that I’d be blogging about graduate school, an engagement or maybe a move overseas - but none of those things happened and there’s a good reason, I didn’t want any of those things. At least, not right now.

But, I feel like I’ve finally come to terms with the fact that I’m OK with not knowing what I want to do with my life. I felt that icy fear of uncertainty: what is life like after college? Will he marry me? How much money will I make? Should I go back to school? And then I got really lazy, relying on the decisions of my then-boyfriend and constantly worried about how it would affect my life. I worried a lot about what would happen to me, but I never really did anything about it. I blogged half-heartedly, intermittently wanting to do more but unmotivated to start. So, after years of freaking out and being deeply dissatisfied, I’m now happy with where I am. It’s an intermission in my life where I am free to do as little or as much as I want, and I don’t want to waste a moment of it.

So, allow me to re-introduce myself:

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1. I threw my sister a baby shower, 2. I turned 24, 3. I went to Puerto Rico, 4. 2008 Happened, 5. My sister had her kid, 6. I made Lemon Bars tonight but they kinda sucked

Sorry all, but much like Britney Spears, I needed a mental vacation.

P.S. I don’t know why it’s taking me so long to finish Obama’s book, but it’s probably the same reason why it’s taking me so long to figure out who to vote for or to learn much more about history.

I have completely dropped the blogging ball. But I have a very good excuse:

Last week, I finished my last class as an undergraduate in English. This weekend, I’ll spend 2 hours spacing out during predictable “Follow your Goals!” speeches and stand in front of hundreds of people in a funny, flat hat to receive a blank sheet of paper which I’m supposed to pretend is my diploma. Later, I’ll receive my actual diploma and feel no different than when I started Composition I in 2002 (You calculated correctly, it’s called the 5-Year Graduation Plan).

Actual content and design are forthcoming.