Space

In seeing my older sister's flat last night, I've come to the conclusion that I'm really going to have to get my own place. Not a house with a housemate, not a flat with a flatmate - but my own space, just for me. Hopefully, by the time I graduate, I will have found someplace to call my own and will be able to afford such a place.

I've been giving my future career some thought lately. The life in temporary lodgings that my acting career will make necessary doesn't sound very appealing right now. I miss my small-town life, as unimportant and boring as it sometimes was while growing up. I miss not worrying about paying rent every month or worrying about whether or not places will allow me to keep a cat. I miss having roots.

So, I've been thinking. Yes, I will need to go to grad school. But perhaps I will need to come back to Pennsylvania first. Perhaps I'll live in Lewisburg for a little while - there's certainly a lot of off-campus student housing available for a decent price. I'm sure I could find a small flat that I could move into for a year while I'm working. Moreover, there are jobs around here that need filling. I could find a place with a decent income where I could save a little for grad school.

My problem, however, would be in finding theatre experience while I'm here. Williamsport CTL just ain't gonna cut it, I'm afraid, when it comes time to show a grad school my work experience. To be perfectly honest, there just isn't much theatre here in central PA, and there is none that I could show a grad school in hopes of getting in.

But in the end, what is more important? I can certainly get my Master's in teaching, then move on to get my doctorate in order to teach at a college somewhere. Then I would have my roots, and my house, and a place for the cat. I feel too young to be deciding what the rest of my life will be - we shouldn't be allowed to make these bloody decisions until we're at least thirty!