There’s a story here…
Many young people do not have a meaning and purpose to their life. They’re looking to say, does my life matter? Do I have a unique contribution to make… when you recognize that you have a real mission, an indispensable contribution to make, then you embrace life, you celebrate life in a completely different way. – Anna Halpine, The Human Experience
I was right in the middle of my thesis while obtaining my Master of Architecture degree, at the interstice of theoretical research, experimentation, and real (” “) design.
It was wintertime last year that I dedicated a good Saturday afternoon to post-graduate endeavors.
A few things I knew were certain:
- I was about to have substantial debt to deal with.
- I needed the direction and expertise of an established firm before considering supporting myself financially through my own endeavors.
- I couldn’t shake the inevitable wanderlust that was ever present since my first taste of independence in undergrad.
To be reasonable, I knew becoming a vagabond architect was only accomplished by a few, and I question whether these individuals had student loans. I decided my best plan at this point, seeing a full-time architecture job in my (hopefully) close future, aka becoming a responsible adult, and I wanted to intervene, as a sort of ‘bachelorette party’ before the commitment came.
There has been this constant struggle between seeking professional development and investing in my future through travel and adventure. Whether it is while I am the project manager at an influential firm, or while I am old and feeble waiting for my grandkids to visit, I will always be able to remember the stunning moonlight in Alghero, the rolling hills of Ireland, joining the free-spirits traipsing the American Southwest, and drinking butter tea with Buddhist monks. My understanding of spatial complexities, histories, and order, as well as what to make of our current state and direction of development, are reflective of theories and studies in class as well as tunneling through Old Delhi, driving in Tijuana, Mexico, and venturing around Basel, Switzerland with the help of a nice, elderly Chinese woman.