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Ahhhhh we all made it through the snowy, cold winter and now are rewarded by all of the bliss that summer brings!! Roaring BBQs filled with the quintessential char grilled goods, warm weekend nights at the beachside bar Donovan’s and tanning at the Jersey beaches are here to stay for the next 3 months, hooray!

On top of all of the sun-drenched activities that will undoubtedly take my happiness level to its up most peak, I finally am out of my “what’s the next move?” slump. But am, as always, lingering between options. Last week, I received a letter of acceptance to Emerson College in Boston for their Global Marketing Communications and Advertising program. The next move was to send in my intent to enroll, register and come September I would be Boston bound baby. Maybe… A couple days later a letter from American University in Washington D.C. came in the mail and despite my preconceptions of a small letter as an indicator of denial, I was accepted for their International Media program! This is just about when my head began to sway back and forth and vignettes of my future self began to flash in my mind.

My first dilemma: the cities. I love Boston. Period. I have friends there from undergrad, know and love the city that I describe is minimized cleaner version of New York. D.C. on the other hand is a city that I frequently visited for weekends at Mema’s house, recall from our 8^th grade history field trip, and is one that I really like but do not know very well.

The second dilemma and most important: the schools and programs themselves.  Flash forward three years from now and I can see myself graduating from Emerson, staying around Boston or the surrounding areas and working for either a large corporation or small business doing marketing or something similar.  This scenario seemed to me to be my only daunting future career because I thought that it would be the easiest and most profitable way to make a livelihood; but in no way the most beneficial or satisfying for my heart and soul.  On the flip side, the program at American would be difficult but would allow me to carve a plethora of different career paths, not just one that has been cleared for me.  I could go to L.A. and work in the entertainment industry, find a non-profit organization which supports a cause I truly want to pursue, channel my inner journalistic passion into an ACTUAL job, or even become involved in diplomacy and try to find a civil solution to everything that is going wrong in this world (like this ridiculously tragic oil spill). These are things that I could see myself doing for the rest of my life, and yes, me, maybe making a difference to benefit someone other than myself :)

So I’ve been stuck in the transitional phase between graduating college and entering the “real world” (whatever that really is) for a little more than a year now, talk about being in limbo!

My whole life I was led down the path of my education.  Starting in pre-school where I finger painted in pudding, all the way up to writing my senior Spanish thesis on contemporary Oaxacan migrant’s migration, the road I had been following was carved with schooling. But what happens when you look down and the path that had led the way for so many years suddenly disappears? I guess you are face to face with a world full of possibilities. 

And choices to make….So I opted for living at home, commuting to NYC for my part-time job a couple days a week and my Dad and I got involved in a business called Etched in Stone 

Opted? Who am I kidding? That involves making a solid and definitive choice. Realistically, my inherent indecisiveness left me at the end of School Road standing dumbfounded and terrified that I was the one who had to start paving the path to my own destiny.  I figured that going to graduate school in the fall would get the ball rolling and so far it has been successful. But that does not in any way mean that living with my parents and back in my hometown has been simple. 

Check out this poem I wrote to know what I’m really talking about

Moving On

My reflection stares back

From the same mirror

In the same place

Here I remain embedded

In the seams of time

A transitory lapse

Lulled by familarity

My hearts quieted

By a reassuring refuge

Where I’m comfortably safe

But not in my real skin

Yet

Though the unknown

Cant be shown to all

It is only something to be sought

Its vastness

Enticingly stretching wide

But terrified

If burnt by its rejection

Epicurus

Epicurus

Since I am an avid journal writing, pictures snapping, fast paced talking, taste bud obsessing, future dreaming (which sometimes come true), travel craving, time crunching, time wasting, mellow, high strung, but overall excited individual, I decided that making a blog could maybe a right choice for me. But do these qualifications make me the “right” person to become a blog affectionado? Seemingly in our ever modern world full of millions of people posing the same question to themselves who are full of their own quirks and kicks there is none. Then again maybe so, but who truly knows, unless I give it a go?

And yes rhyming will definitely happen on here with frequency.

Though I will continuously write like this is my new best journal and assume that no one is reading it, maybe someone will read what I am writing and enjoy my perspective, pictures, poetry, etc. which will somehow trigger something extraordinarily brilliant to occur. Thats what makes the world go round!