My so called life...

Hi :)

1). Sian comes to see me in about three weeks. I can't WAIT for the grounding of a good friend, and a touch of Britain to come see me in the MN. Her visiting me is one of the best gifts I could ever ask for. 

2). The job hunt is...well...meh. I'm not quite sure what I'm going to be doing in 6 weeks and its kinda scary. But liberating in a way. More so scary than anything... Although I am thinking of in a year grad school for a). Health Administration, b). Environmental Health c). Environmental Law. Not sure of any of them though. Tonight when I was visiting some family friends, Siri, the youngest, said, "I never know where you are. Its like you go one place and then go to another, and I just never know!" She is 10. And she made me realize that my dream of being a wanderer has kind of already come true (although I plan on wandering the rest of my life). 

3). I've recently realized how much I want to be in Britain with my friends I met there. Although I know that if I went back, it just wouldn't be the same. And that makes me sad. I can't believe it was a year ago that I was preparing to move to another country where I knew no one. And I wasn't nervous at all about it. I would trade a ridiculous amount of (almost) anything to go back and relive it. All of it. And wouldn't change a thing. The people, the flats, the school, everything. I often describe my time abroad as "going to another country instead of class." Never did I think my time abroad would be on my mind every day, multiple times a day, six months after I got back. 

4). It makes me sad to know that in six weeks, I will probably be thinking these same thoughts about Iowa City. The little liberal dot in Iowa. Yup. I lived in Iowa for four years. And I loved it. I drove my first tractor here, met the closest friends I will ever have, and managed to graduate with a double B.A. major in 8 semesters. Sweetness.

Driving that John Deer....

I did it just cuz I could...

I'm not sure how I feel about this transitioning time in my life. I definitely feel 15 still, not almost 23. But not. When you are 15, you think when you're 23 you'll have a job, potential husband or marriage, house, etc. However, if I had most of these at my age, I would not be a happy camper. The job would be helpful however :P I suppose if someone walked into my life right now who would like to wander with me, I would be ok with it. But for now, I am pretty content where I am at. The only thing is job search, I have NO idea what I want to do with my life. I think I had a better idea when I was 18 than I have now. 

But for now my friends, I am going to bed. Doing some laundry, folding THEN bed. I want to know what's new in your lives, so give me a skype buzz (amy.ferguson4) or email or fb or something. 

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