Dear Google,

Thank you for making a Super Bowl commercial that touched so close to home, I ended up crying in front of the 20 guests at my own party.  As if I wasn’t missing France enough, you had to go and make this:

Bisous,

Cas Cas The Explorer

When Dickens said, “it was the best of times, it was the worst of times,” he was clearly referring to the life span of an undergraduate at an institute for higher learning–or at the very least mine.

Well kiddies, it’s official.  Northeastern =  fin.  Now for the million dollar questions: What will she doe next?  My million dollar answer: No effing clue. In my heart I know that there really is such as a thing as a quarter life crisis, however, more on that later.

So many mixed emotions and feelings with being done a semester early.  In my opinion, it mildly (at  least) reflect what limbo must feel like.  Do I stay in Boston or move back to Manhattan for the rest of the “year”?  Should I stay in Boston till May and spend the summer on island?  Or even, do I begin applying to grad school and/or au pair and look in to teaching english abroad?  Regardless of what I do or where I end up, college changed me for the better.  I think going to Northeastern also gave me a leg up on the “growing” and maturity level we’re all searching for as undergrads.  Going to a four year school is really like leaving the party at 10 or 11 pm.

While at Northeastern I’ve lived in three major cities of which I’ve had to ability to co-op in two, and the third one gave me the best year I will ever have in my life.  The things I learned about other people, and consequently learned about myself, can never have a price tag on it.  I put on fashion shows for New York Fashion Week, opened up a Neiman Marcus, put a client (repeatedly) on episodes of Gossip Girl, had my photo end up in countless publications, travel to twelve or so countries in the E.U. while living in one of the most cosmopolitan cities in the world, and coming out of it with the best friends an individual could EVER ask for.

….Blessed.

I think it’s fair to say that I’m not ready for this.

Or perhaps, this is exactly where I’m supposed to be.

It’s that time again.  What do you mean?

It’s that time when I return to the online world.  I still haven’t figured out how I want to harness it, or use it, or enjoy all of this social media explosion, however, now is the best time to get to it.

I found out the other day (aka Monday) that I now graduate in December.  This is news.  Thank you Registrar for letting me know ahead of time.  I’m only taking two classes this semester, on top of working part-time at my old PR firm, potentially getting my job back at Game On!, developing marketing strategies for the company I started over the summer, and writing a book with a wonderful individual in the fashion world.

Okay, I guess I am busy then.

Whatever happens, I want to try and document it all down again.  I would also like to do some beta experiments and test the waters on how the online communities can help me.  Can symbiotic relationships really be created now through blogging, twitter, ning, bling, blang, blah, etc?  I’m going to put myself at risk again, and become my own socio-anthro-psycho-physiologial experiment.

I hope you wish me luck.

For me, I’ve always had an internal debate about blogging and what information to give out.  As much as I’m very “public” about certain things, I’m also extremely private about a lot more.  I guess it’s the journalist part of me that wants to write as much as I possibly can, which gets put in check with how my personality is when topics relate to the intricacies of my life.

I was going to stop this blog, but I feel compelled to keep it going.  I might not be exploring the world anymore (temporary hiatus to regain monetary funding), but that doens’t mean I’m done exploring my local city and more importantly myself and what I am capable of.  I guess this has been provoked by Lady Sauce.  She’s fab.

Do you know the wish of your heart?

It’s time. I can’t figure out if I’m crying for joy or the opposite. I guess the only way to figure it all out is to take it slowly, one step at a time.

Redefining what it means to call a place home.

One time when I came home to see my old friends from high school, we all were sitting at a table in Panera and asking one another the obvious “catch up” questions.  Old people’s names popped up  and we continued to steer our conversation in the direction of other alumni and where they are at present.  After contributing my part, one of my Nightcrawler’s questions, “how the heck did you know that?”  to which another replied, “That’s cause she’s the best person who keeps in touch with others, no wonder she still has so many friends.”

I may be the best person at keeping relationships over a long period, but I’ve learned something about my time spent here, I’m not so good at leaving the life I’ve developed and those that I’ve learned to trust and rely one.  This group, this bond we have with one another, is like nothing else and I haven’t been handling the past 48 hours very well at all.  It’s a little comforting knowing that everyone else in the group is in the same boat, but it doesn’t make that last hug (for who knows how long) any easier.

Mama Africa is off in Nepal/Africa, CC went to NYC for the summer (which is nice cause I’ll be able to visit her there), Blondie is staying in Paris which is awesome, and LuLu is going back to Miami (which thanks to Jet Blue will also be easy).

But what we’ve all experienced something with one another, and I’m usually pretty good with numbers but this time I’ve failed in producing the right ones.  

That’s all for now, I’ll be writing a lot in Spain over the following days while I sit on the beach, hopefully crafting down all these memories which will eventually be posted here.

Bisous.

Yes, lately I have been missing in action.  To that I apologize.  Profusely.

This is because I have been occupying myself with wonderful Parisian weather, and great friends to go along with it.

Basically, we’ve all been occupied with drinking under the Champs du Mars, and preparing/attending World’s Fair, which after Google-ing one blogger writes the following:

“As I speak, the World’s Fair is happening at AUP. I wish I could be there – it’s fifty bajillion times better than any other school’s multicultural fair because of all the nationalities there (about 100 in all), all displaying their culture’s food, music and alcohol. It’s about 4 PM in Paris, so people are probably pretty buzzed and slowly making their way to get totally wasted under the Eiffel Tower. Good times.”

Pictures will soon be on Facebook, and more details will come once I’m not cramming for finals/traveling/farethewell’s…..or whenever I need a break from all of the above!

 

Bisous.

This city is amazing. More on this when I have an actual keyboard.