It’s weird to think that a year ago I was in Bordeaux.
Actually, in about a week I’d be leaving for Portugal. It’s crazy. My life is
obviously much different than it was when I was living in France, but I think
it goes beyond just how my physical life has changed.
As I get closer to graduating I think part of me is becoming
more serious. After realizing I will never be a public accountant, I guess a
girl kind of has to.
That being said, I’m scared shitless of growing up. I have
even less of a clue to what I’m going to do with my life when I graduate, so I
also refuse to talk to my serious side. She can live under a rock for all I
care. She has no place here anymore.
I guess I have to keep reminding myself the only good thing
about public accounting was the fact I would have had a job. That and I have
enough credits to sit for the CPA. But really the good outweighs those little
facts. I now won’t be forced into a career path that I never could really see
myself in. I won’t necessarily have to introduce myself as an accountant to
people, and then go into excruciating detail as to why not all accountants are
evil or even do the same thing. I also can now work for a company that I truly
like and won’t feel guilty working for. I can also work for a company where I
can grow into a roll that I actually want to do.
The struggle now lies solely in decisions. I have to find
and apply for something. Anything. I don’t know where to begin. Now I totally
understand people who go back to school. In school there is comfort. I know
what school is. I know all the possible rejections involved with school. But I
really don’t want to study anymore!! I also really don’t want to move back to Walla
Walla. But I may have to. If I do though, so help me I will become a
professional in the world of wine. I’m not even kidding.
