before school starts...
When I first contemplated this option, I was honestly devastated. I wanted to go to an arts university, and that was always what I pictured myself doing. But my dad wasn't exactly very fond of that idea, so I had to start looking for a Plan B. And when I found this course, I was sad. It felt like I was settling for something I hadn't actually chosen. But now, looking at it again... hey. I like fashion. Maybe this isn't the ending I originally imagined. Maybe it's just a different beginning. And there are actually so many things about this that I'm excited for. I can work towards going to Italy, which was something I really wanted to do with these studies anyway. I can learn about something I genuinely love, meet new people, make things, fuck up, learn, create, and maybe discover that this was exactly where I was supposed to end up. So I'm going to try. I'm going to give it everything I've got. I'm going into this year with an open mind, a stupid amount of ambition, and absolutely no idea what the hell I'm doing. But that's okay. I'm going to fucking eat this year up.