Another semester gone

So, this is me procrastinating. I'm sitting at my favorite coffee shop, drinking a hot chocolate, eating a Susie's Hint O Mint nature bar, while my biology book lays open and out in front of me, staring up at me as if it's waiting for me to turn the page. Like that will ever happen. I just had a good work out at the gym - a three mile walk/run. It was relaxing, refreshing, and much needed. I should be working on my biology lab final as I type this, but know what? It's only college. So who cares? (Kidding, of course I care. I'll do it tomorrow.) I can't believe the semester is just days from being over! Next week I have finals and then this girl is home free! Minus the heavy work hours that are bound to come flying my way. Anyways, while the semester ending is very exciting, it's also slightly scary. Why? Well, because the opportunities are endless and the decisions I'm going to face soon are intimidating.




Where do I want to go after next year? It'd be hard to leave here. But, at the same time, do I really want to stay here, in the town I was born and raised? If I stay here, what will I say in 40 years? Will I wish I took a chance? Will I regret not going out on a limb? This isn't a bad town, don't get me wrong. And I love Wisconsin. But I'm young. There's nothing tying me down. And there's a world of adventure out there. In five years from now, I won't be able to just pack up and move across the country. If I'm going to do that, now is the time. And what's the worst that could possibly happen? It's not like I'll be stranded there. I could always come home. Tennessee, Alabama, Georgia, Oregon, Michigan, the possibilities are endless. California? New York? Heck, what about Idaho? Or Maine? It's terrible being young and having so many choices. Of course, if my GPA goes down the drain due to a big giant F in algebra, I'll be stranded in this town.