San Fran-I hate the parking here-cisco

I have travelled to many places throughout my young life. I was born and raised in Los Angeles, spent much of my childhood in New York, visited family and friends throughout the United States and Canada, Mexico, and journeyed to Europe where I saw much of that beautiful continent. However, one thing that I had not yet experienced was the amazingly different and culturally diverse city that is San Francisco, California. The "City by the Bay" as many call this wondrous place, is meant for a certain audience. If you aren't used to public transportation, fog, lack of restaurant chains, and the unique and often times invasive and in-your-face homeless population, then this city is not for you. I don't know if its just me, but I've had just about enough of the absolutely impossible parking situation I find myself in on a daily basis. How the hell is one to find a parking space if you get home from work or school past nine o'clock?      

   

Confusing Times

Have you ever felt like you were so lost after you graduated college, you wondered why the hell you even attended in the first place? Well, that's exactly how I've felt for the past few months. I graduated university in May 2009 and then realized, I had absolutely no idea what I was to do next. So, what did I do next? You guessed it, I enrolled in school again to pass the time and am currently looking for a part-time job to occupy my time while I'm not in class. I am truly thinking that attending graduate school for journalism would be the wisest decision on my part at this current moment in time, however, there are many factors to consider.

1. How am I to pay for this venture? Student loans are already in place for my undergraduate studies, and I am reluctant to take out another loan of what will be, almost positively, tens of thousands of dollars I do not have, nor do I have a plan for the future to earn these funds.

2. My girlfriend lives up here in the Bay Area and we have been together for about 8 months. She is absolutely wonderful and the last thing I want to do is drag her around as I embark upon these seemingly fanciful ambitions I have for myself.

3. The decision must be made sooner than later. I don't have all the time in the world to figure out what I want to do to earn myself a living. The hourglass is running out, so to speak.

Here's the thing. Before I met her, I wanted to move to London as a student and travel throughout Europe earning my way as a journalist after I graduated from a journalism program at a university. I truly feel that I have altered my plans because of procrastination and a desire to feel true love and the fear of losing that love. I know that there must be others out there that have experienced this sort of dramatic occurrence in one form or another. Yet, I am of the impression that this is only happening to me. That the world is one big question mark and I don't even know where to start. I'm beginning to think the situation is hopeless and I should throw the towel in and join the military.