Springing Back

I’ve been a bit MIA from the blog world for a while now, as I guess you can all tell. It’s been almost two months since my last post…where have these two months gone?

Sometime in those two months I managed to buy a one-way plane ticket to Berlin, apply for CELTA (teaching English as a foreign language) certification (my interview is on Friday), apply for a job as a field technician with Audubon California (bird & vegetation surveys, data collection–basically my post-college dream job, and it’s located in the San Francisco Bay), spend some interesting evenings drinking my face off, fall out of love with my bicycle, and, oh yes, attempt to survive last semester of undergraduate education.

The future scares me…more than you can imagine. I’m not talented at making decisions and sticking with them—does it ever get easier? Right now I’m poised to leave America for several years on May 15. But I might get the job with Audubon California and move to San Francisco. Or I might work on turtle conservation and research in Dry Tortugas for four months with a professor at Emory. Or I might…

You get the picture.

I’m ready for the cold air to disappear and the flowers to not freeze as soon as they open. Atlanta’s tricky like that. I’m ready for the next stage of my life—whatever it is—but I need to stop living for the future…even though the future is hardly that; it’s two months away.

Unfortunately I’m not flying off to Peru this Friday like I was a year ago. I’ll be spending my spring break (spring break??? How is it already spring break?!?!) at home working on papers and researching austral migration and barrier islands. Oh, and I’ll be curled up with my cats and catching up on sleep; maybe writing a bit here and there. And I’ll try to not run away from the blog again. I’ve got to keep my sanity somehow!

I’ll leave you with a quotation from Thoreau that was more apt for yesterday, given the date, but still beautiful nonetheless:

March 4, 1840: I learned to-day that my ornithology had done me no service. The birds I heard, which fortunately did not come within the scope of my science, sung as freshly as if it had been their first morning of creation, and had for background to their song and untrodden wilderness, stretching through many a Carolina and Mexico of the soul.

One Response to “Springing Back”
  1. DaviMack says:

    If you end up in Berlin, for real, do let us know – we’ll pop over for a visit, or you’re welcome to come visit Scotland. 🙂

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