On May 24th, 2016 I walked across the stage in a beautiful theatre in the centre of Paris to receive my Masters degree. After a short year and a half of strolling and patrolling, croissants and french kisses, I have finally graduated! In the moment, I expected to feel relieved and excited but instead a dark cloud appeared in my mind the second I moved my tassel from left to right.
The question dreaded by all recent graduates is “What is next?” The real answer? —> ” Fuck if I know!” I need a home, a job… a life. Where exactly does one go to get these things? Is there a Costco that offers a package deal? If so, kindly point me to it.
For the first time in my life, I have no real concrete plan past next week. I do not have the answers. I do not know what I want. I do not know what to do. So in the event that an Arab Prince wants to step in and take me away on a magic carpet… this would surely be the time.
As I wait for him… I will scribble my endless lists and daydream about the South of France.