I don't wanna grow up but camp academia is coming to an end...

I am graduating tomorrow...I have the real-world jitters. My best plan is to not have one.

Here is what needs to happen:
I need to explore ways to extend my hobbies.



...that's it.


PDX, SF, NY or Spain, Argentina, Japan...no idea really a new environment in general is just so appealing.

I get overwhelmed by the fact that such small desiccants in your life and lead to unexpected rewards. This is why I am leaving the UO with an "empty brain", ready to take on whatever opportunity crosses my path.One decision leads you down a unexpected turn of events that dictates the weaving directions of your future.

The University of Oregon was a last-minute, spontaneous fuck-I-guess-I-should-go-to-college decision. Eugene was the last place on earth I wanted to end up. So many kids from my high school had been accepted and anxiously awaiting dorm move in day from hell which made me even more hesitant. I applied significantly after the deadline and walked up to Bean Moore,the dorm designed after a jail cell plan, arms crossed with much doubt in my mind. I knew I needed to get far away from home, meet new types of people and feel inspired but I was so convinced that UO was not the place for me-I was quite the stubborn teen. I initially wanted to move straight to New York, even though my application for NYU was quickly denied, to live spontaneously. I had lived, on my own, in Brooklyn Heights for a few months when I was 16 and fell in love with the upbeat, ever-jumbled rhythm of the smelly, people-packed streets of the big city.

The UO journey has been unforgettable. Each term has been completely different from the next and so have I. I have felt at a constant growth throughout my time here. I continuity feel inspired, optimistic, loved and challenged.....

The social dynamic that makes up such a unique community of diversity, warmth and unique sense of "place" makes the University so special. I have made valuable connections with the professors, students and Eugenians that are irreplaceable.

221 credits and about 38 pair of Eugene-weathered boots later, here I am. Ready to embark on my next serendipitous endeavor.


Wish me luck!