I was about to graduate from college and was worrying about my future (of course). Today I was looking through some old entries from the blog I kept before this one. For some reason the entry below struck me, partially because it was almost exactly three years ago, but also because I feel so similarly even today. I was pretty sure it would be like this…that I’d still be confused years later, haha. It’s true, I *do* wish to remain in a state of flux. Maybe I think I know myself too well.
Monday, April 14, 2008
It’s been busy over here. I’ve got the last school works ever to do, jobs to find, funs to have, a resume tape to create and some graduating to do pretty soon.
One ear is hearing “Pomp and Circumstance” the other is hearing radio static. I’m about half ready.
The way I thought about graduation has changed drastically since I was a freshman. I was already eager to get out the first day I set foot on campus. I never wanted to go to UT. My goal since high school? Leave Texas ASAP. My parents told UT I would attend in Fall 2004. Then they told me I was going. Obviously my “abandon Texas” idea had failed.
I’d always assumed I would move away after graduation. Never really questioned it. I don’t necessarily hate Texas. Especially not the way I hated it when my family moved here when I was in 4th grade. The kids were weird and Reed Elementary seemed mediocre compared to Steeple Run Elementary. And the heat! Coming from a Chicago climate made Texas summers so much worse. I literally thought we’d moved to hell. But, after more than ten years I’ve realized that I like how the people in Texas are weird and that while the summer heat is bad, this body has finally accepted it. Texas has a place somewhere in my heart, even if it’s the smallest dark corner in the very back. However, if it occupied a more prominent place, I’d probably still feel the need to leave. It’s in my nature to be independent. Change is something to be embraced, but more than ever I wish I could stay here a little longer.
I came to college feeling so mature and independent. In many ways I was. I was convinced I’d grown out of high school at least a year before I graduated. I wanted to create my own little life for myself without worrying about daily obligations to anyone else. And it worked out. I was happier after I moved to college because I was living in my own little world..and still am. However a slew of problems toward the end of freshman year through the middle of junior year left me feeling emotionally stranded. The problems I never had to deal with in high school suddenly started popping up uncontrollably. In retrospect, I felt like I handled it well enough. I had a horrible roommate in the dorms, my parents got divorced, my four-year long distance relationship ended, my amazing and fabulous grandma died, I was in a car wreck and I started to seriously doubt my major. They were all new, scary problems. I’d never dealt with death and divorce and undeserved hate and falling out of love. Fortunately, I had a few solid friends, music to listen to, a relatively busy life and some goals. It’s weird because I feel like I started college confident but depressed inside and now I’ve ended up much less confident but generally happy. It doesn’t sound like it makes any sense. The days were sad and the future seemed happy. Now, the days seem happy and the future seems sad. That’s why I feel like I haven’t necessarily grown out of college.
The real world could be scary.
I am scared no one will hire me.
I’m scared I won’t make enough money to live. (It CAN be that bad for entry-level journalists.)
I’m scared of living in a small town.
I’m scared I won’t make friends or meet anyone.
I’m scared I won’t even get a break to come visit anyone.
It’s a lofty goal of mine to embrace what homework-free time I might soon have. Maybe start volunteering again, do more yoga and read more books. I want to think of the postive things I am going to do for myself. Planning, scheming, organizing, preparing–it’s my mind’s default function. In terms of my career I’m getting ready. Emotionally, I’ll be a total wreck when moving day rolls around. It will hurt to move so far from my family in Houston. It will hurt to leave the friends I have made and maintained at UT. It will hurt to leave others who have suddenly become such a necessary part my life. I wish I could just treat the situation like ripping off a band-aid, but I know that I’ll keep missing and thinking of people who aren’t so easily in my life.
The months before I left for college I was CONSTANTLY worrying about leaving my friends, family and boyfriend. It was a miserable period of time. I refuse to act like that again. When I finally moved, I treated each goodbye as if it were the last. Even though it definitely wasn’t. And while I lost some relationships as a result of distance, the important ones are still going strong. I may not see certain people as much as I’d like, but when I do it’s like nothing has changed. It gives me some hope that the important relationships I have now will somehow survive or at least not be totally lost with so many miles of separation.
I hate trying to decide between the importance of my own career versus the people in my life. I’m passionate enough about success in this particular career to leave everything go and somewhere else for it. Sometimes I worry I’ll be a failure and have tons of regrets. My “Plan A” is a stricly defined path toward a particular goal I’ve had since I was 15. My “Plan B” is to live out my wildest dreams. Without a plan, I have absolutely no limitations. So if journalism fails perhaps I’ll just go back to Barcelona and see which way the wind blows.
I feel like this is such a decisive time in my life. What I do or where I go right now could determine a lot of things. For the next ten years I hope to be in a state of flux, at least geographically. I’m old enough to know I’d like some consistency in my career path, social life and perhaps romantic life. But I can’t have it all right away. For now I have to deal with whatever is coming, good or bad, easy or hard.
The least I can hope for is some excitement.