It’s the end of an era. As I near the end of the semester and the end of my degree, I have received an email reminding me that I am to move out of the dorms by February 20th. Apparently, dorms are only for students.
Change is scary. Especially when it all happens at once. Suddenly I have to leave the dorms. What do I do with myself? Find an apartment? Find a job? It all bears down on me like a heavy load… too big to carry alone, yet here I am, having to deal with it all at once. If it were one thing at a time it would be easier, bearable. But noooo….
After much hunting, I’ve found an apartment. It’s at the top of the price range I’m willing to fork over on a monthly basis, especially since I don’t have a steady (or any!) salary yet. It’s a nice place, close to campus. Why do I choose to remain close to campus if I’ve finished my studies? Most people run as far away from school as they can. I can’t explain it. There’s a certain pull keeping me close by. I don’t want to leave. I don’t want this all to end. My happy, carefree days as a student, where my biggest worries were a 70 on an exam and not having what to eat in the fridge. Now I have to worry about finding a job, paying rent and bills. I have to plan out my future. Choose a 401 plan. Choose dental plans and health plans and eating healthy and low cholesterol and I’m flooded with the memory of a certain “Trainspotting” poster telling us to choose life. Yes, choose life.
Now that I have an apartment, I have to find a job…
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