I just got done with a advising session with one of the professors in the art department. After discussing which classes I should be taking, and when I ought to be taking them, he asked if there was anything else I had questions about. I asked if it was a good idea to be registerring even though I might transfer next year, and had a small discussion with him about Seattle, and what kinds of things I need to be looking for. He, like everyone else, says I should be where I am happy. I believe that.

I need to do some more research on if Seattle U has any jewelry courses, and if there is a place I could maybe take jewelry classes in Seattle, if not at the university. Because that, or stained glass, is maybe what I'd like to do with my life. And, neither of those are at Coe.

After our discussion, as I was walking back to the room, I was a bit nervous. It got me thinking; talking to family is a start. That's little, it's not even actually deciding anything. Talking to friends makes this a little more realisitic. It means I'm actually considering leaving next year. But talking to professors, that's big. It makes this situation more real than it ever was before.

Next thing I know, I've got my keys pulled out of my pocket so I can unlock the room, and I'm grasping the pocket cross my grandmother gave me as a conformation gift. It occured to me that wherever I go next year, and whatever decision ends up being the right one, and even if I choose the wrong one, Jesus will still love me. He'll follow my heart wherever I go.