I graduated college 7 years ago. May, 2004. I remember my aunt and uncle taking me to dinner as graduation drew close. They live in Hendersonville, NC, not far from the campus. The only thing I remember about our conversation that night was my uncle asking me if I had any job prospects lined up. No. Should I? I haven’t graduated yet. Commencement is two weeks away. I haven’t planned past this evening.
For many people, college is the primary formative period of life. You establish who you are. What you’re going to be. Where you’re going. I’ve even heard you make your lifelong friends in college. This is where you become an adult. At least you’re supposed to.
These past 7 years…
bad decisions. wasted time. failed plans
…have been my formative years. I can look back, especially at the past 2 years, and see my progression. My metamorphosis, if you will.
Maybe I’m behind schedule. That’s OK. I know where I’m (we’re) going.
As of today, Jessica and I have lived in Asia for 6 months. I feel like we can do anything at all.
...and we plan to.
As of today, Jessica and I have lived in Asia for 6 months. I feel like we can do anything at all.
...and we plan to.
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