Brief timeline of recent events (overlaps last blog):

Content with GW decision --> Forced to inform Caron of said decision --> Convinced to reconsider --> Miserable and ready to vomit due to renewed indecision --> Dinner with Caron and Aunt Mary --> Fairly comfortable with idea of moving to New Jersey --> Drinks with plastered boss who continually affirms that she's not trying to come on to me --> Foreign Service Exam --> Extreme fatigue/Trip to Long Beach Aquarium with Bryce --> Realization of utter horror at idea of moving to New Jersey --> Depression creeps in on fatigue --> Steve tells me I'm crazy for even considering New Jersey --> Discussion with Kelly where-in she agrees with Steve --> Me: "I don't want to go to New Jersey." Aunt Mary: "Then you're not going to New Jersey." --> THANK GOD!!!!!

I think that maybe it's just the heat, but the pivotal moment came when I realized that my current ideal would be to drop off the map and live in a sailboat while working as a bartender for a few months. I took this as my subconscious telling me that I don't need to spend another year in a job that has nothing to do with my future.

Caron did mention several times that I act too old for my age, and that I should have some more fun. Well, that's what I seek to do, and I don't think that settling into a less than interesting adultish job is the way to do it. Once grad school and the move are squared away, my mission will become acting my age.