The significance of the number 11.
I woke up to a call this morning from the Muncie police, stating that they had found my house broken into. I spent the first day of the new year driving to Muncie to search through our ransacked house and file a report on what had been stolen. Not really what some would call a great start to the year. But I won’t let that get me down because I have faith in 11.
I guess the most appealing thing about 2011 is that I have no idea what will happen. Let me clarify: All the other years, I had general ideas about where I’d be throughout the year (Ball State, Cincinnati, etc.) and what I’d be doing. None of that was a surprise to me. This May I’ll be graduating, and after that I still have no idea where I’ll end up. What kind of job will I have? Will I just go straight into my field and start a career, or will I spend the first couple years of my life doing something completely unrelated?
I have plans of going to Chicago and living with a good friend who’s in law school there. Will that truly happen? It almost seems too good to be true.. living in the city, fresh new degree in hand, the world at my fingertips. So, it probably is, right? I’ll probably go live at home for a few months, try to find a job somewhere outside of Cincinnati but settle on one nearby. I don’t want this to happen. I want to say, “I told you so,” to everybody that scoffed at my filmmaking dreams. I want to film music for a living. I want to actually do everything that I want to do.
No matter what happens, by the end of 2011 Muncie will no longer be my home (and I’m ok with that much.) This year will bring about a lot of change, something I am in constant need of. My head’s held high for the moment.
