"Do you know what you want to do after this?”

The dreaded question. Exasperated laughter escaped my lips, and I squinted into the air for a potential sign of what should come next.

“You know, I have thought about…” I proceeded to flatly state the one idea I’ve bounced around in my head, making sure not to attach too much emotion or hope to the statement.

Six months ago, I moved here with a giant dream in my carry-on suitcase. I thought I had finally discovered it: what I was supposed to do with my life, the big, giant reason for my existence.

It turns out, life often isn’t as black and white as I’d like it to be... click to continue reading >>