As soon as the new year arrived, a strange panic set in. I realized that I was back in a place I’ve been many times before: completely uncertain of where I’ll be living in just a few short months. I really thought that once I got the Fulbright I’d be able to relax and savor every moment, since long years of hard work would have paid off and I’d feel comfortable in the knowledge that from here on, things would naturally fall into place.
I couldn’t have been more wrong! Every morning, I wake up worried that I’m making something out of this amazing opportunity. I worry that the year will end before I know it and I’ll have somehow squandered these priceless days in Warsaw.
My graduate school applications were due over the past couple weeks, and I spent countless hours staring at my computer screen (and, obviously, not blogging) hoping for some sort of divine inspiration. Knowing that the sooner I hit ‘submit,’ the sooner I might have a response and know where I’ll be living in the fall.
At the same time, I still can’t believe that I’m lucky enough to be anxious over my plans for moving to yet another country.
I remember listening to this song over and over with Erica during the 2008 olympics, a lazy summer spent in Boston before she moved to New York and I left for Smith. The next olympics are almost upon us, and I’m dreaming of moving to London, and I realize how much time flies. But it’s still a small planet, that’s for sure. If it weren’t, I don’t think I could handle being apart from so many dear friends and family for so long– people who seem to remain scattered across the globe no matter where I find myself.
