Growing up is scary.  Obvious statement, I know, but it doesn’t stop it being true.  Since graduating from my undergrad degree in 2007 I tried to be a ‘grown up’ and do something that would lead me to a career and into the big bad world.  The thing is, it just didn’t happen.  Teaching (high school) was not for me, at all, so I gave that up after a month.  I tried to find jobs within the media sector and managed to get an interview at a magazine but decided against it, mostly because it was a cheap rag and the company was so small that even a crappy job to begin with would not have led to anything good.  It’s just not worth it if you’re selling your soul to get to where you want.

I decided not to grow up for a while, to not enter the world of work and careers.  Tomorrow I register for my postrgraduate degree, a Masters in Literature, Culture and Place.  Granted it doesn’t sound like a degree that will give me a concrete end job, but I didn’t want a vocational degree, I wanted something I knew I’d enjoy.  At the end of the day that’s what’s important,  enjoying whatever it is you do regardless of what sort of money or status or fame it brings you.  If I wanted to be rich and famous I would have packed in everything here and moved to London, but I don’t.  I want to be successful in whatever I choose to do.  I want to be happy in not only my career but my life in general.  In this moment in time all I want is to find a place that I can call home, a place where I feel like I belong, a place that makes me happy.  Will another year of uni get me this? I honestly cannot give you the answer to that, but I can say that I’m going to make the most of this year, if for no other reason then the fact that I’m spending a small fortune to pay for the degree should spur me on!