Jun 20, 2007 15:53
I'm finding it weird how different and relaxing life has been for me since I finished with university this May. It has even been a little confusing finding out how properly to adapt to my new situation. Part of it must be because I've literally been in college nonstop (except for early 2004, my season at Home Depot) since I was 18. I went to school during the summers and did things to complement my studies in 2003 and 2005. 2003 was the year I interned with US Park Service in North Carolina and 2005 was the summer I studied abroad in China. I measure the progression of my young life by what I did each summer. Honestly, my memory of high school and a lot of what came before that is getting hazy. So, yeah basically what I remember now best are my college years and what I was doing each summer between 2003 and 2007.
Here it is the summer of 2007. I'm finally realizing the end of one era of my life and the start of another. So far it has been great. (Now that I'm passed the stressful post-graduation job search phase!) I don't feel like I constantly have something (my required studies specifically) hanging over me and eating away at my enjoyment of my leisuretime. It is liberating to have the time and freedom to read the books I want to read at my own pace. I have time to do yoga and exercise.
I have more than enough time to drink and socialize. On the job I'm learning a lot about healthy foods and ethical and sustainable consumption.
The people I work with are mostly very laid-back, interesting and supportive people. I've only worked two nights with my department but I must say I have a pretty good first impression of the job and the people I'll be working with.
Romantically, things have calmed down a lot. It's cruelly ironic how many opportunities I've had with the fellas lately. Why is it when I'm unavailable or wanting to stay single that they all have to come out of the woodwork? I'm getting better at rejecting the potential trouble makers though. I'm mostly satisfied for now without any boys rocking the boat. I think I might have (temporarily at least) found my way into deep still waters. It would take somebody extra special to make me want to steer off my course.