When I was 19, I looked at my surroundings and said “this stinks”. I was in a dead end coffee shop job, was going to university and failing everything, and was drinking/smoking way too much. So I took my life savings of 1000$, purchased a ticket to Toronto (biggest city I could get to that was far away from the folks and didn’t require me to speak French), and dropped out of school. The entire thought process took about 1 hour. I had the ticket the next day.
When I was 22, I looked at my surroundings and said “holy mother of god this stinks”. I was in a dead end coffee shop job AND bar job, was going to hairschool and hating it (millions of bloody perms every day), and was drinking/smoking way too much. So I applied to a university I’d never heard of, in a town I’d never seen (there’s more than one town in Nova Scotia?), and decided to major in a subject I knew nothing about (political science). The entire thought process took about 1 hour. I put my notice in to my job before even finding out about the school.
Both of these decisions were snap decisions and they are the only two decisions I’ve ever made just for me. They both resulted in some awesome friendships, some crazy life experience, and some exceptionally tough times. But I felt good about them.
So when my next big move was planned back at Christmas time, I felt odd. I had never really planned these things before. And it didn’t feel right. As May approached, it really didn’t feel right. I love my apartment, I love my friends, and I love this town. I don’t look around and say “this stinks”. I look around and say “wow, I’m happy”. Yesterday I realized that my lease was up in two weeks and I had no desire to pack let alone leave.
I’m not leaving. I called my landlord and extended my lease until my October graduation. I unpacked everything I had packed. The entire thought process took about 1 hour. And I feel comfortable again.