Auld lang Syne

I am a series of small victories and large defeats and I am as amazed as any other that I have gotten from there to here. - Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last 

I am excited for the New Year.

Why, you ask?

I will (have to) finish my thesis some time on the second week of January; my internship on February. And with these wrapped up and written on my Application for Graduation forms, I will finally be legitimized to graduate.

I will graduate on March. The four years of hard work, tears and feats for an English degree will rest its case. And I may or may not graduate with a laude status.

I will move to a place of my own after graduation. And that’s where my own life as an independent miss will start.

I will take a Master’s degree in English Literature, as to where, I’m still haven’t made a choice between UP and my school.

I’m going to look for a writing or a teaching job or a call center stint. It’ll be painful but the bills have to be paid.

I will have to survive each day with ramen noodles and canned sardines until my first salary.

And continue my bookish examination of the contradictions and complexities of human motivation and desire through the many novels that I will finally be able to read because I will have more time for it. Maybe some Bukowski and Cheryl Strayed.

More books, more music, morning coffee and afternoon tea.

More unplanned trips and adventures with friends new and old.

What more?

I have no idea. And anything is possible. Every good and bad.

But I will be okay. Okay is almost always where I will eventually land, even if I fuck up entirely along the way.

Happy New Year!

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