I haven't written in awhile simply because I haven't had much to report. Last night was fun - Victoria invited Vanessa and I over for potato pancakes. Her roommates are Czech and offered to make us all potato pancakes. They were amazing. I was so stuffed when I got home. It was madness. But it was fun to sit and chat with everyone. That's the beauty of it all - last night we had the following countries "represented": US, Australia, Germany, Switzerland, Czech Republic and Austria. It is just so much fun to get everyone in the same room.
Today I'm continuing on my existential crisis. Sara has advised me not to think so much (really Sara? Really?) and enjoy myself. Sotirios has advised me to "tone it down." Me...I'm turning 30 in 2 months. While I believe that I spent my 20s laying the foundation for my life (and they have been tumultuous, at best) and that my 30s will be spent building the career I want, there are a whole slew of questions that my 20s have left unanswered. Such as: where am I going in this life? What am I doing with all this? Why do I feel like I've accomplished diddly squat thus far? Why am I still single after all these years? Do I really care about that as much as I think I do? The list never ends. Thus, I'm fondly naming this my existential crisis. The time is ripe for it, when you really think about it. I'm away from everything I know and everyone I know - I'm insulated from what is normally defined as my life, I'm turning 30 and graduating from law school in the spring - the time is right for this. We'll see what comes of it. I have questions to answer. I have to say though, I'm not crazy. I'm not strange. I'm tired of being told that I am. It's not strange and it's not crazy to spend time actually considering what things mean. It just isn't "cool." Fortunately, the one thing that I am certain of is that I don't want to be like everyone else. I'd rather be just like me - even if everyone thinks I'm stark raving mad. It's far preferable to be who I am than to be just another follower of the flock. I guess if that makes me odd...I guess I'm going to have to learn to live with that.
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I've had the same types of questions come up for me lately. Last night I had a dream that you and I shared a house. We were like the odd couple. Maybe that's what we're meant to do ;)
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