I thought skipping a grade would be good and on the way home from piano lessons asked my mom to look into it. A week later it was official.
I wanted to go to BYU and applied there and only there. I didn't even take the SAT. Sounds like poor planning for a girl from California, but when I got the letter saying I was accepted it was anticlimactic. My dad was more excited than I was; maybe because the thought never occurred to me it wouldn't happen.
I had a Spanish class where a professor came in to tell us about a study abroad to Spain. It sounded fun. About two weeks later I interviewed with him and told my parents I wanted to go. Six months later, I was living in Spain.
I graduated BYU and moved home; no idea what I was going to do. Called my sister and asked how she felt about an unemployed roommate. Three weeks after graduating I was buying a mattress and transferring my life to Palo Alto before heading back to Southern California to pack.
Life has always just chugged along. High tides, low tides. Placid bits in between. That's how it's always been. I've never realized before how bad I am at long-term planning.
Never before have I thought something sounded like a fun plan, followed by taking the idea really seriously, to just questions myself over it later. Never before have I had to research into a question and find that there are multiple answers that I have to decide between. Never before have I had to weigh my emotions against what was right for me. Never before have I had to make decisions when in the middle, needing more answers, and having to find them as I go.
Being an adult is overrated. But you get to do some fun stuff....
