The choppy sea of possibilities

Some things draw to a close as others come up... And through it all I experience what Lennon simply described as life, but what might as well be chaos or order or something in between.

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.