That's what I worried about, making that decision. I don't like not having money, and there aren't a whole lot of job options for people with advanced degrees in German literature (aside from, oh, teaching at the university level. Because fuck high school.) And being a barista isn't exactly my calling, you know?

I also think that the Vie de la Artiste (or whatever, I don't speak French), la vie boheme, is vastly overrated. Authenticity doesn't mean heating your flat with wood in a fifty-gallon drum. I don't get the appeal. (Aside from being an us instead of a them. That I can dig.)

(Also, don't mind me; I'm just having a third-life crisis. (Quarter-life is too optimistic; mid-life is too pessimistic.))