I lost myself…somewhere.

Somewhere along the road between graduation and moving back from San Diego to San Francisco, my identity got misplaced amid the storage boxes and overstuffed luggage. 

If I were to ask my 2010 self where I would be at this point in my life, she would respond with conviction that I would be preparing myself for the start of an Creative Writing MFA program somewhere in Southern California or the East Coast. Instead I find myself lost at a crossroad, dizzied by a whirlwind, not only unsure of which way to turn, but also which direction I came from in the first place. 

I have to constantly remind myself that I’m only 22 and fresh out of college during my weekly quarter-life crises. I don’t want to be in my late-20s well on my way to spinsterhood with a cavalry of cats to care for. Maybe I just became too dependent on others for entertainment and purpose, so now I just need to readjust. 

@6 months ago
#lock it up