It struck me this afternoon that I have been out of college nine years. It will be nine years in about a week. Nine years.
I still feel 22 and at the beginning of things; nonetheless, time is catching up to me. I'm fast approaching the point in life where I thought my path would have been chosen. At least until the parents are way ancient and my sister and I decide who gets to care for them. I have heard that folks are taking longer to decide their course in life and that "the 20s are the new adolescence"; so? I don't want to be 40 and in college again, switching jobs/careers for the 18th time, still directionless, still not owning a home, still without a partner, still in Atlanta.
I'm not nearly as forlorn as I was this afternoon, still in a bit of a daze about it all. Nine years.
On a lighter note, I purchased today a lovely anniversary gift for the sister and binlaw. (I like that, binlaw. Perhaps a superfluous shortening of the name, but brother-in-law takes too much time to type, what with the hypens and all. However, this does not mean that I'm going to fall victim to the virus that is LOL and R U 4 Me? :). If you see that happening, please bring the special white jacket because it means that I have lost my way and professional help will be required to guide me off the path to the future and back onto the plane of the philologically respectful past). I think the gift will please them both for it is attractive and useful in their world.
Tangent Girl is done for the evening.
*literal translation: future angst. One often learns this world in the context of a conversational exercise about college students. Apparently, Zukunftangst is a pre-requisite to being German college student.
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30s are the new 20s.
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