Beyond 2004

I'm feeling a little scared about my future. You know what the best advice I can give someone who is afraid of their future might be?

Don't look to the internet for answers.

I know, it might seem simple. But really, folks, you might be able to find out about admission requirements or how to buy a used car, but you can't find out what your heart really wants. You have to go to an astologer for that.

For reals, though, I'm tired of wondering, wondering, wondering. I feel like I've been wondering for years. Maybe it's more like I've been wandering for years. I just don't know where to put my feet down next, and I fear that if I make the "wrong" decision, I'll get stuck somewhere I hate. So, I turn to the internet because I believe that if I do enough research, I'll know a thing or two more about whatever the hell it is I get myself into. The real truth is that whatever I do, I'm going in head first.

I can't discuss the details because the whole plan could fail miserably and I could bellyflop hard core, and boy would that be embarassing.

In the meantime, I'm going to tell this site's faithful readers that a thought crossed my mind today: odessastreet won't really be an appropriate name once I no longer actually live on Odessa Street. It would just be too sad, pretending I haven't left my precious Parisian niche. I love my little street so much. Just today I ordered pizzas from the guys downstairs and they all said, "Oh, Mademoiselle! I know you! You haven't been in here in so long!" I laughed and another said, "It's ok though, because you walk by every day..." I love those encounters, and I know I'll have them elsewhere, but my street is magnificent. I am absurdly attached.

So the site name is going to have change (along with everything else in my life) just to spare me the heartache. But that will be sometime in the distant (but dangerously close) future. I have a name all picked out and everything, like my little internet baby.