Decisions Decisions

Well, I did sort of start a blog a while ago, but I decided to scrap it and start over. Aside from all the livejournals, deadjournals, xangas, and websites I've made in the past, this is more serious. I suppose it's more of an account of a fork in the road and my thoughts about it. Anyway, without further ado, my thoughts.

The past decade of my life has been, a journey. This year, with seemed different, a bit off, has been less than spectacular. This thought actually reminded me of something someone asked me a while ago about having only one day so far that was the best out of this year. I'll just post my reply:

•  "My one great day of the year was the birthday party I went to last week 1/28. It was probably the most fun I've had all year, or even in a long time. No part of it was a drag honestly. It was pure fun. It actually made me feel a lot better, and made me forget all of the bland things going on in life. For almost 12 hours straight, I was nothing but happy, and enjoying myself. Not one second was I bored, worried, upset, etc.Was just relaxed. Nothing bothered me, or could have bothered me really. Met some awesome people for the first time, and just had fun

Some things and event usually stick out to me more than other memories do, and this one certainly does. I have such a scary memory, so it helps to have some good ones. Anyway, back on topic. My school finally made a note on my transcript of my degree, so now I am officially an MPA-IG graduate. I suppose that means I'm completely free again from school and have more super duper opportunities awaiting? Who knows. I have many, or a few, or maybe just one decision to make now. It seems like I have the next 10 years of my life at a minimum to consider here. I've always wanted to just leave near york latelyish (well, most of last year until the beginning of this year). I suppose things just changed though. I had a setback (or two), though alternatives are still on the table somewhat. Today, sitting on the LIRR with the sun shining on my face, then walking down the street enjoying the weather, I was not sure I wanted to leave. There are still possibilities for me here. Possible work, a social life/new people (or just one particular person), and possibly going back to school again. All I know is I'm unsure what I want to do, and don't want to miss out on anything. I'm sure I'll figure it all out. And maybe I'll write about it. Either on blog, or one day in a book. I didn't really get into detail I know, but maybe next time. Until then.