I'm studying abroad at home.
It's a fact, an oxymoron and something I'm not really sure I've come to grips with. I don't think I could hold my own in another country and Hollywood is definitely not for me so choosing to study in New York was the safely, progressive option. I got the comforts of home and the chance to further my career as a journalist in the city which sounds like having the best of both worlds but it isn't.
I'm getting restless. My hometown bores me and I've gotten tired of being in the same place for over 16 years. It doesn't help that that place is Long Island. Don't get me wrong, Long Island is wonderful but it's not for me right now. There is nothing to get excited about here for me in what is the essence of familiarity breeding contempt.
Maybe my cynicism is coming out because of wanderlust but I don't know. I do know why there's a brain drain on Long Island because I'm living it. This place is too expensive and too mundane for me. It's a trap concealed perfectly by the pizza, malls and BMWs and I'm set to get out of it. But I have to stay in it for a little while longer.
Hopefully this experience sorts itself out or I sort it out myself. It would be a wasted semester if it doesn't.
