With everything going on in this new year (how the heck is it 2015 already??), I haven’t exactly remembered to post on here (plus I’ve had trouble coming up with any blog ideas). Here I am, though, sitting on my couch next to my sleeping kitty, sipping white tea (decaffinated), with Andrea Lindsay’s version of “Demain, dès l’aube” on repeat and I was in the mood to write something…anything for you to read.
Who is reading this? Probably my dad. Maybe a couple of my friends. Who knows? I write because I want to write and that’s that. If you are reading this and you know me, this will be a good opportunity to see what I have been up to since January (yes, it’s been that long); if you don’t know me, then I hope you like me enough to subscribe to my blog.
So much has happened since my last post. I have been accepted into my dream school, The University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. Being a North Carolina native, going to UNC isn’t a matter of “if”, it’s a matter of “when” (or at least in my family). I’m very excited for college; it’s something I’ve looked forward to for as long as I can remember. I am nervous, though, becasue I realize that it’s my first time truly living away from home. It’s not a vacation.
As for my major(s)/minor(s), I have a plan, though not so concrete. I hope to apply to UNC’s Journalism School as a sophomore and I’m going to either major or minor in Spanish. I’m also heavily considering doing an additional minor in French but don’t know if I’m that ambitious (if anyone reading this is familiar with having a major or minor in foreign language, please contact me so we can talk).
I have recently started writing poetry and sending notecards to people. It’s the little things that have been making me happy. I haven’t been knitting recently, though, due to lack of funds (therefore lack of yarn).
The most recent thing to happen was the closing of a very significant chapter in my life this past weekend. For the past year, I have been honored to serve on North Carolina DECA’s State Action Team as the Blue Ridge Region Vice President and, as of March first, my term was up. Three hundred and sixty-five days of being a State Officer are now gone and a part of my past just like many other accomplishments throughout my life. It’s hard to believe, though, because DECA became pretty much a lifestyle for me this past year, so no longer being as involved with it is very,,,confusing. I feel like I’m missing something.
This, however, allows me to venture through new doors and windows of my life. I like to think of my future as the bottom of the rabbit hole in Alice in Wonderland; drink this, eat that, adjust yourself to where you need to be, and–my god–figure out how to get that skeleteon key into the damn door so you can continue on the quest of a lifetime.