Follow the rabbit.

I have this theatre professor, who, like any other thespian, is a bit off his rocker. He chuckles to himself quiet often, insults major Christian theology, and isn't afraid to call it like it is. In short, he is everything I hope to be some day. The other day he and I were having a conversation about what my life will look in one years time. Right now, Michael and I have the option to live either in Princeton, which is closer to his school, or in Philadelphia where my heart longs to be. There are pros and cons to either location but I can't seem to make up my mind. Michael tells me either place is fine with him but I still don't know which place would be fine for me. My plan after we get married is to take a year off from grad school and explore interests or hobbies that I never had the chance too. Princeton would give me that opportunity, but I think Philadelphia would force me to grow in a different way. Tonight I had a conversation about the urban poverty affecting the city and I realized that I felt alive and passionate about something for the first time in a long time. As my crazy theatre professor says, I must follow the white rabbit down whatever path it takes me. I may face a thousand white rabbits but I can only follow one and see what happens. It may not be the path for me but I never would have known unless I followed it down the path. I guess you could say that I'm following Michael down his path; I just need to figure out where I fit in on the way.