These days I'm doing a lot of thinking. My studies are coming to an end, and the scary grown-up life is waiting around the corner. I have no idea what I want to do. A part of me is fed up with journalism, but at the same time I don't feel right if I don't write. I'm tired of school, but I don't feel drawn to a job either. And then there's the geography; I've spent two very long, tiresome years longing for Berlin, and now that the move is within reach, I have begun doubting if that's where I have to go. Will I miss having my friends around? (Yes). Will it be worth it being in Berlin or will I be stuck in a nostalgia bubble? I guess this is exactly what being 25 feels like; longing to go on adventure, but at the same time feeling like you want to settle. Oh mann.