I feel like this is the time where the memories are made. The ones I look back on when I'm old and think "how satasfying was my life?" so I feel this constant pressure to go out and 'live', getting up to all the things I proabably shouldn't but lead to fantastic stories. Yet there is also the overwhelming stress of making the right decisions for my future. Do I stay at university and get a degree that may be regarded as irrelevant in the real world? Do I drop out? If so, what then? Balancing both of these is wearing me down. The worst part is that my number of years of life now suggest that I need to start being more independent.
There is no one telling me what to do anymore or pre requisites that garrantee me to a successful life anymore. The whole thing is rather frightening. So in response to this I have made the decision to move down to Dunedin in hopes that it will somehow bring some certainty to my place in the world and yes, I know this could dramatically fail. At this point I honestly don't care.
