If I were a painter...

“The city never sleeps, better slip you an ambien.”

Exhausted, physically and mentally. But I can’t fall asleep. I feel restless.

I’m thinking so much about the future and feeling overwhelmed with both excitement and anxiety. November is coming up, and it’s going to one crazy month. Finally, I get to see my family for Thanksgiving weekend, and then I have interviews the week afterward. I want to be as well prepared as possible, but I’m nervous to even get started! I know the urgency of the situation will hit me soon, and when it does, I’m going to go all out. After all, I want this whole journey to have been worth it. And so far, it definitely has been.

P.S. I turn 22 in November. Holy guacamole.

It’s 2:57am. Now I’m sleepy.