One year from now, I will be married, living in a different apartment in a different city (maybe), graduated from school, and (hopefully) interning for the start of a long-term career. All of these things are exciting on their own, which makes their combination feel like a big ball of nervous and excited anxiety.
I spend a good amount of time planning, day-dreaming and wanting that future. I know this is largely due to the fact that I have a break from school right now and a lot more time to think, but lately I feel like I might be borderline obsessive.
Today I am giving myself a wake-up call. I don't want to miss this year. If I look at it a different way...this is my last year to live on Hawthorne, my last year to go to college, my last year to have the last name I was born with. Maybe next year I won't be able to take as many neighborhood walks, or read as many books.
This optimism isn't easy. Although there is a lot to enjoy, I am still a struggling college student without a dishwasher and a construction crew blowing up dust into my apartment windows. I still do a disproportionate amount of window shopping compared to actual purchases. But somehow I need to find that present joy...that "I don't want to be anywhere else but where I am" mentality.
Speaking of enjoying the moment...Daniel and I celebrated a pre-anniversary yesterday. It was exactly one year from our wedding date so we had a toast! Cheers to a great (and present) year.
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