class of 2011

This the start of the real thing.

Nobody is going to tell me what to do or where to go. All this freedom is dizzying in its massive proportions; it's both terrifying to have so many options and exhilarating to know that almost anything is possible.

Lately, though, I'm more anxious than anything else. What if I follow my gut and it turns out to be miserable? What if I can't decide what to do? What if my stubbornness in refusing to move back home is not sticking up for myself so much as a foolish, rash, desperate decision?

I don't have to listen to anyone. But I should probably decide on someone  to take advice from.