I just graduated (three weeks ago)! And have been in the throes of internal conflict- should I keep looking for a respectable job, establish myself, find a way to not get embarrassed when asked what I planned on doing with a history degree? Or should I lavish in the regimented laziness of a postgrad summer? Seeing friends, going to concerts, reading books that have gathered dust on the reading list, and finally taking those guitar lessons before excuses of age take over? Either way, I'll be waking up everyday a little sad and uncertain. But this is new for me and I think an important lesson in how to responsibly have no responsibilities but the personal ones. A good exercise in adulthood I hope.
I said goodbye to Bellingham. Thank you for some very good moments.
