Drayton Street, Savannah, Georgia. That will be my home starting September 1st. All of the decisions were set into motion walking by myself on a small bridge over the Willamette River in Eugene, Oregon. It was a very beautiful place.
But it was then I felt the unmistakable tug towards the Southeast. And that was that. In a haze I sent in my confirmation and deposit into grad school, read and signed pages of loan paperwork, agonized over apartments, and yesterday, settled on one. It has a kitchen, living room, bathroom, washer/dryer, and two other rooms. It should suit the cats and I well.
In the fall I will start an art school in an urban coastal city. Did I mention southern?
This decision created other decisions. But I'm finding that by having choices and making decisions, I'm starting to feel more true to myself, and therefore, happier. I forgot what that feels like. Isn't that strange? This whole time I thought I was doing what made me happy, but then I did a few things that have made me feel really happy and alive, and it's a bit of a shock. It's nice to remember what it feels like to be me again.
Cheesy? Yeah. But that's ok.