In the following weeks I'll have to finish the four bigish essays that will finalize the official part of my university exchange, and my bachelor degree too. A step like that asks for thorough contemplation about all the ways that the future can look, and it does have quite a few potential attires.
A few weeks ago I received word from the Master committees of the Research Master Media Studies in both Amsterdam and Utrecht that I'm allowed into their two year programs, that will launch me towards a future as academic. If I want to. With a lot of choice comes a lot of responsibility, so I'm thinking a lot about it, and consequently, deciding very little.
Friends flock around me, activities are plentiful and enjoyable, and I even found a job. Moments of boredom are scarce and cherished. The reality of my situation as a scholar is one of voluntary confinement... absolutely the only way of getting research done.
As the chapter on Melbourne receives its last few revisions from the editor I sharpen my pen to describe the rest of Australia. Write it a few poems. And if really lucky, someplace might even receive a serenade. This won't be the last time you hear from me.
