I am quite shallow. My friend insists that as much as I think that I'm INTP, I'm actually a F. Feeling.
I make decisions on Feeling. On emotions. Maybe that's why I make rash ones? Maybe that's why I fly on a seemingly a whim?
I have plans and backup plans for my backup plans.
Call it grit, perseverance or stubborness. I don't give up. I pray daily and I chant my mantra.
And I finally got it.
God, the universe, the secret, thank you. I talked about this PhD for a year now, and its finally coming true.
And I'm happy again. My life finally has a plan, finally has a direction.
I'm moving back to Melbourne. I'm going to pursue a PhD.My life is finally getting better.
My friend reminded me, what about our love lives? We've been focused on chasing degrees after degrees, moving countries after countries. Well, my reply, I'm going to freeze my eggs. She replied that she'll send me Matthew Hussey's book (he's supposed to be some love or relationship expert).
I visited a couple friend and their baby the other day. They have a good life, but that's not my life. I'd like to have a kid someday in the far far future. But not now.
For the first time in a long time I know where I should be in the next 3 years, 4 years. I also know that I can stay at home for another month or two.
I am also prepared for time to fly really fast. I made a checklist of the things that I need to do. It's the same list that I've done a year and two years ago. Only this time, I know and I've been to where I'm going. I'm returning to Melbourne, the place I called home for 4 months. I know my way around, I have already viewed the apartments. I know how to land on my feet. And I'm less scared.
But still pretty excited. I think things going to be just fine from here on out.
In the mean time, I still have a few detours.
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Flying before Walking
ChickLitI am flying away again. The first time I rode an airplane I was only eight months old. I didn't remember a thing. What followed is a series of flights to and fro the country that I was born in and the country that I learned to call my home. I rememb...