Thoughts/Concerns

I'm up relatively early this morning for a phone interview in about 40 minutes.

I'm rather excited about it, and really, really hope something comes of it.

The job couldn't actually be any more in my "field."

It is working with refugee resettlement.

Refugee, many times referring to someone of African origin.

Resettlement, moving someone over the landscape, geography.

I couldn't ask for anything closer to my degrees.

This post is more to clear my mind and prepare me for my interview.

I have been practicing my Swahili more often these days.

Although others tell me it isn't useful, I beg to differ.

Maybe if I wanted to work in South America it wouldn't be useful, but I study Africa, and much of East Africa speaks some variation of kiSwahili.

KiSwahili is a very beautiful language. It rolls off the tongue like butter.

I'm not sure why you would put butter directly on you tongue, but it seemed like a good analogy.

After the interview I wanted to play tennis, but alas, that doesn't look like its going to happen. 

A little hard to play alone.

Just sayin',

Instead, if it warms up at all, I will most likely take the dog for a nice long walk.

Not that anyone out there really cares about my day, but it feels good to kind of lay it out for myself. Just so I know where I am.

I don't know how or why I'm losing myself, but it helps to write things down sometimes.

Later today I am going to do homework, hopefully lots and lots.

I haven't been terribly motivated lately, but I have 3 weeks until graduation at this point and don't really have the time to be a slacker.

If I get everything I plan done today, I will feel a million times better about graduation only being 3 weeks away.

I picked up my cap and gown yesterday.

I wasn't sure how to feel about it.

Part of me is really excited to be able to get the hell out of that school, but another much more emotional part of me feels like my life as I know it is ending.

I have made a home at that school, a zone of comfort.

I haven't been on campus much this semester, but ever time I am, I can't help me think about the thousands of times I have walked those same paths to various buildings over the past 5.5 years.

I cannot believe its almost over.

It honestly seems like only yesterday I was a freshman.

Then, I was having the time of my life there and could not imagine 4 years being long enough.

Apparently, it wasn't, but 5.5 most definitely is.

I justify it though, two BA's in 5.5 years isn't too shabby, or at least that's what I tell myself.

I really have no idea what is next in my life, and that is what scares me the most.

In the past, I have had my parents pushing me to the next big thing, but now they just want me to take some time off, get married, have a family.

Unlikely.

I really want to go to grad school, but where? And for what?

This has been running through my mind for a couple years now, and I still haven't figured it out.

I started applying to a school, but its really far away and very very cold. 

I'm not how I would fare alone and cold.

I'm a rather needy person.

Do I stick this is unrealistic "Africa" thing or should I at least try to do something more applicable?

I think that is the real question.

I know my parents are proud of me in general for getting degrees, but they think I should have done something like education or business. 

I would have been very unhappy with either of those choices.

Education majors can't do, if you know what I mean.

Business majors are jerks, always, end of story.

I'm not living my life in search of wealth and riches.

I just want to be happy and knowledgeable.

I like to think I am headed in the right direction.

Time to run up stairs and get ready for this interview in my pjs.