2 years ago

Two years ago today I found out that I was accepted into the Master's program for Women's Studies back in San Francisco. If I had stayed there, I'd be in my last semester of it. Thinking about that is insane. I don't know if the feeling is one of depression and regret or relief and reflection. It's weird to think how different my life would be if I had stayed in SF. I surely would have been single by this point, probably living with random roommates, still working at the same place. Engaging in awesome discussions on gender and class and race and all that fun stuff. Going to Fort Funston with doggy and running wild on the beach. Sigh, ok now its starting to sound real real good. It blows my brain how much has changed in the past 2 years, and what could have been that now isn't.

My post from that day:

I got accepted to the women studies masters program at SFSU today. I have until April 17th to decide. Yikes! It seems like so much to think about, if I do it thats another 3 years here...is that cool with me? I don't know. What about my desire to move and be a drifter idiot? I feel happy I got in, but now I'm stressed. I wasn't even admitted conditionally, like I thought I'd be!