So, lovely tumblr followers, I have awesome news! I made it into the illustration program at Art Center College of Design!! Yay!
However this has spurred an incredible amount of anxiety, as you might imagine. The reason being, that I’ll be moving out of my family’s house in a period of less than six months.
Both of my preferred schools are in pasadena, and seeing as both locations are more than 40 miles away from my current home ( where I live with my mother and sister) and the fact that I will most likely be spending more than 12 hours every day at school or working on school work, it just wouldn’t make any sense to live more than 10 miles away from school.
In other words, my life is going to drastically change. And that’s got me scared out of my pantalones.
These are all exciting changes as well, though and I’m stoked that I have the opportunity to pursue my creative goals and career. But it’s a lot to think about.
Like, do I move in with room mates so I don’t have to live by myself? Or do I get a studio apartment so I don’t have to worry about bad room mates and having to tidy up my room when I’m totally exhausted. Should I live some where where I can bring one of my dogs? Or maybe I should get a cat? Or maybe I’ll be gone too much from the house to have a pet?
There’s finding new doctors and therapists and psychiatrists to make sure that I stay mentally healthy. Getting the furniture that I’ll need and the pots, pans, etc.
Thanks to my boyfriend, what happens to our relationship is no longer really a concern (seriously bless his patient heart, sitting in my car with me while I bawled my eyes out.) We’ve kind of come to an agreement that we both need to pursue our artistic goals and worry about our relationship later. In other words, super simplify; see each other when we can, and when life settles down, re-evaluate and decide if we’ll settle down as well.
Overall, though, I think I’m going to miss home. I like that I’ll be independent and all that. But I’ll miss mu pretty blue walls, and my dogs, and the wood floors and living close to the ocean. I don’t feel like I’m ready yet, or even that I’ll feel ready in six months. But I guess that no one does, right?
These days I feel a lot like hitting the pause button. Between my Grandmother’s dementia, my dental care woes and moving in less than a year its just way too much to think about. But luckily I have people around me who are supportive and who listen. That’s my saving grace right now for sure.
I will keep you guys updated as things continue. I might be putting together an indiegogo campaign soon, so keep your eyes peeled.