So like am I crazy for thinking about upending my life for a year? Should I do it? Am I insane? I feel insane. Am I just wanting to run away? Maybe. But maybe I would be running towards something…
People always talk about what a great career choice I made and how lucky I am to have made it to where I am. But honestly? I fucking hate my job. I hate my career choice. Being a dentist exhausts me to my core and if I didn’t have $500k in debt I would’ve quit years ago.
People always ask me what my long term plan for my life is and I truly never know how to answer them. Because I have no plan. I have no goals. I never thought I would live past 30, so here I am being like “wtf do I do with my life” every day.
When I read the email I felt this wave of emotion come over me. I always joke that it’s my dream to run away to France, and like now that could be a reality?? But I barely told anyone in my life because I never thought I would get it and also was afraid of judgement.
Okay so a few months ago during a depressive spiral, I applied to teach English in France. I found out yesterday that my application was accepted and honestly I still can’t wrap my head around it. I cried a lot of happy tears and then almost threw up.
Okay I had the CRAZIEST dream last night and I just have to write it down somewhere. It involves my job, aquatic aliens, Timothée Chalamet, Pedro Pascal, a dude I was in love with in college, the city of Paris, secret radio messages, and second chance romances. Buckle up.
I’ll never know what Ben’s date would have been, which I also don’t want to delve into that in my brain because the parallels to real life are too much for me to handle lolllllllllll.
Hello, hi. I haven’t tweeted in a month but I needed to put out into the world that I’ve been googling if I can go teach English in France for a year and bring Luna with me and I think I can but the app is due on Jan 15 but like should I actually do it? Please advise.