I’m having a Felicity moment.
Right now I’m sitting in my mostly-empty room with the
hustle and bustle of moving day going on outside my window and I’m feeling very
Felicity-like. I’m not sure if you are familiar with the show, in fact I’m
pretty sure the only people who will truly appreciate this comparison are my
friends Meghan and Sabrina, but bear with me.
Felicity was a TV series in the 90’s that was centered
around a girl who moved from California all the way to New York City for
college. Substitute Arizona/Colorado for California and Boston for New York
City and college for grad school and it’s basically my life right now. There
are some other differences I guess.
I don’t have the
crazy curly hair that at the end of the first season I will cut off to prove a
point to some guy. My hair is more wavy than curly. And I also didn’t claim to
relocate all the way across the country in the first place for said guy. There
is no guy. My parents are also ridiculously supportive, unlike Felicity’s
parents. Okay, so maybe it’s not exactly the same. But that’s what I was
reminded of when I was sitting in my room.
In the first episode of the series Felicity explains how she
came to the decision to move to New York and essentially it all boiled down to
feeling like her entire life had already been planned for her. She knew exactly
where she would be four years from her high school graduation, on her way to
med school just like her father. Now, as I said before I am blessed with ridiculously
supportive parents who never ever forced their idea of how my life should be
upon me, and for that I am eternally grateful. But I am embracing this idea of
the fact that my life from here on out is entirely up to me in some sense and
it’s very unscripted.
I read somewhere once that it’s “up to you to live the life
you’ve always wanted” and that idea has recently been popping back up in my
mind.
And although my room
is empty, right now I feel filled with possibility.
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