Just a thought... It's odd that I spent most of high school believing the only way I could be happy was to be unemployed and have all that valuable time to myself. I have been in London for a little over a week, and have had four days in a row where I have had absolutely nothing to do. At first the freedom was nice. There was nothing to hinder me from doing the things I enjoyed, like slow cooked meals and wandering around the city. But I quickly realized a horrifying reality. I still love those things, but it is nice to have other things to do as well. There is definite satisfaction in having a task (whether it's ringing up a till or writing a paper) and it gives me a sense of purpose. I'm not saying that I never want to have a vacation again, but I do think that if I become chronically unemployed after college (which seems like a probable reality) I will have to find some sort of job to keep me busy (paid or not).
On the bright side, classes start tomorrow and I will have something to do, and I will hopefully find out more about a possible internship.
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