When my friends told me that this year - the year after graduation - would be one of the hardest...I didn't really believe them. Bad stuff happens to other people, not me, right? I had a job, a place to live, friends living relatively close by...life should be a piece of cake.
But it's not.
I'm beginning to see what those friends meant.
Now I'm not one who usually suffers from loneliness - I truly enjoy time spent alone and typically in college, i couldn't seem to get enough of it. This whole semester I kept waiting and waiting for that magic day - December 14th, when I would finally be loosed from my social bondage. I couldn't wait to just sit in my room and do nothing for a few weeks - to detox, to replenish...to rest. Now that I'm here, however, it doesn't seem so magical. I suppose reality never is - only our idea of it. So here I sit in my room, wanting so bad to just pack my bags and set off for Bora Bora or Switzerland, but with absolutely no money to do so. Not to mention student loans. Merciful heavens - i'll be paying those off until im a white top. Anyways - my dreams are beginning to shrivel as i see how unlikely it will be for them to materialize. But i'm going to hold on to them by a small slender thread and hope it doesn't get severed by anything or anyone.
i have to go clean out the bowels of my Jeep Cherokee. Poor Oliver.
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