I am sorry to have to admit that I have moved back into my parents' house. I'm disappointed in myself. I never wanted to take a step backward. I always try to just keep moving and figure it out on the way. This time I just couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to work twice as much and get to keep half as much so I could pay Orlando rent prices. I couldn't bring myself to spend another year enjoying myself and forgetting about all of my dreams and goals.
The problem is that there was another option. I should have worked harder last year instead of rolling my eyes at the few credits I needed to graduate. I should have figured out what I wanted to work towards after college so I could start heading in that direction. I should have applied for internships, grad schools, and relevant jobs. All I could think about was finishing the lap and I forgot to pace myself for the rest of the race.
I'm disappointed but I will not be discouraged. I won't be here forever. It feels like I'm moving backward but progress isn't always obvious. I'm working and saving and planning; that doesn't mean I'm stagnant.
