Saturday, May 1, 2010
In which things begin and end
These are all things which I was going to be, at various points in my life. My earliest ambition was to be a garbage man, because (and I am not making this up) they were allowed to get up a lot earlier than I was. Also the riding on the side of the truck thing was pretty cool. Some of these things I have studied to be, some I have not.
I am none of these things.
Last fall, I walked away from a graduate program I loved. I realized that despite my love for the subject matter and people, I was asking my parents to drop a lot of money on something I wasn't sure I would ever use. I loved it, yes, but wasn't sure whether loving it was enough. So I did what any person with a degree in art history would do: I got a job walking dogs. I did that job until yesterday. Now it is over and I am moving on to something else.
Two months ago, at lose ends, I started casting around for opportunities which would enable me to move somewhere new, do something different, but weren't permanent. I found VISTA (Volunteers in Service to America). I applied for a position which actually has something to do with decorative arts, and was accepted. Two weeks from today, I'm moving to a small town in West Virginia for a year. This blog will serve as my journal during my time out there. It will hopefully be journal and correspondence both.
I am unbearably excited. I am also terrified.
Okay. Here we go.