choices

When God closes one door, he opens another. I have to remember that.

Today I'm leaving Austin for the next three months, and it's weird....I feel like I'm leaving home and going home at the same time. This place used to be like camp, super fun and awesome, but I was always ready to go home...because that's where I was raised. But as humans, we nest, and we create homes for ourselves wherever we go. Austin has become my second home...or my new one...which is better? Having a new home, which implies that you've left the old one, or a second home, which implies that you have a first one somewhere else, even though 3/4 of the year is spent at your second one? College isn't like camp anymore. When I first got there, that's literally what it felt like. Now it's like a way of life, something that I know will end, like high school, but it seems like it won't ever really get there. In two years I'll leave this place, and go to a new one. A scary, busy place without sweet tea and southern sunsets. Or maybe not. You never know.

I was asked the other day, "where do you see yourself in five years?" I couldn't answer. My life is a blank slate, it can go so many ways. On one hand I can see marriage, a picket fence, a puppy, and steady pay. On the other I can see art, warehouse lofts, cosmos, and starvation. Yet again I can see sun, a townhouse, a cat, and a dance studio on an incline. It's all an option. No doors are closed to us at this time. All my life I've only given myself one ooption-NYC. Now, I'm glad that I can step back and say, "Okay. I can do any of these. What do I really want?" I've got two years to find that answer.

My angel, my energy, my love.
K

p.s. IT IS SUMMER. Prepare for lots of happy posts. :)