Move On and Hold On

Transition Mode

I've contacted a lot of friends since being in the States. I don't want to divulge too much about their lives, but we're all in the same boat. We want to move on to the next step, but our impatience is getting the better of us. We want to have answers, security, success, but our pickiness hinders us from settling. Our current situations trap us. This is a time in our lives where the expectations of others, given to us throughout our adolescence, are finally being faced. Sacrifices must be made, but what to choose?

Sal comes home, cue everyone asking, "What next?" There's so much loaded into our final term at RWCMD that I can hardly address "next" until that step is completed. For me, the epitome of all decisions looms closer. Which agent to choose, which career to choose, which country to choose? When I decided to go to Australia, I remember feeling as though it was the most obvious, wholesome choice to make. It set me apart from my fellow Oakcrest graduates, it guided me towards finding out more about my heritage, it allowed me to escape the campus lifestyle that's idolised in the States. My college counsellor still strongly encouraged me to apply for American colleges, and for what? So I could put The University of Richmond under my name in the program and buy a spider earring to show my school pride? I did those things. I didn't go to that school.

Find Me and You Will Laugh

This coming transition bears more weight. Perhaps it's because we're older, perhaps it's because this is the basis of our career paths for life. But you know what? I never was a child who wanted to grow up to be X. I didn't have a dream career, so why worry about it now?

Finding Dreams

I have a particular feeling when I wake up from dreams:  the purest emotions. Clarity. Subconscious Sal doesn't let her mind dictate what she's feeling in a dream. I feel it, I succumb to it. Dreams in reality are much more tainted. We don't want to let ourselves dream, because we don't want to disappoint ourselves when pursuing that dream. Clear and simple. I remember when I was young, Mark (+auzzieizm) said I should be one of the kids on Barney. I also remember Mom trying to talk me out of a performance career because of its unstable nature. Was Mark trying to give me a dream? Was Mom trying to stop me from dreaming? When you want to say yes to everyone else, you ultimately say "no" to yourself enough times to lose who you are. 

So for those of you who do have dreams, here's my advice:

Hold on Tight!

Meeting Charley

I know you avid readers want the inside scoop on what my niece is like. To get to know her, you must know Phil and Kerri. I'm sure of it, Charley mirrors the expressions in Phil's eyes but her mouth dips like Kerri's. She's got head-growth that's off the charts (to fit all those brains), and a long, strong body, especially for a 2 month old. 

She talks, mimics. Dad and I were doting on her, and I said "Hello" in the usual singsongy way, and I swear - she pitched it back to me instantaneously. Dad and I were overjoyed! Like other babies, however, she cries when she's hungry and tired and needs a diaper change. 

The Sun is Making Me Sleepy, Lola!

Pulling Faces and Feet for Her Amusement with +David Horton 

We met up with Kerri's family and had a blast. They are so vivacious and sweet that you can't Not have fun with them. Of course, Dad whipped out the "10 sec timer" function on our camera to moderate success. We miss you, Marcheeto!

Yes, You Do See Whipped Cream and Whiskey. Good Night Unquestionable.

Last Week in Da States - Eeek!

I am so horrible with my phone, but call incessantly. Text incessantly. Email email email. 

Bring it On, USA!