I had this really maudlin moment the other day, watching the end of the friends episode where everybody moves out of the apartment. I got the worst pang for college, especially the end of senior year. Even though I was kind of an anxious wreck during senior year. And didn´t graduate. But it actually was really great, and I miss it in retrospect. I miss what I wanted it to be or something. I didn´t keep in touch with my friends from college very well. I don´t even know why. They were really amazing and I loved them, but I started distancing myself from them before we had even graduated.
Maybe I felt like I didn´t have the college experience I had been planning since I was 12. Even though it was really amazing, especially freshman year. My junior year I was in Scotland, away from everyone. They mostly chose to go . . . somewhere in Europe. I forget.
Looking back, I see that I had really high expectations for senior year. I had such an idealistic, dramatic stage set for that year. I let myself get really . . . bitter or something, when it didn´t turn out exactly as I´d imagined. I think I´ve gotten better at not having expectations and just enjoying experiences and people for who and what they are. It´s a struggle sometimes. Part of me still wants my life to be this subtle, nuanced but still dramatic indie film, skipping the overly pedestrian, insipid parts and highlighting the painful, thrilling, really ¨authentic¨ parts of my life. But I want to be a girl in a movie like that, and that girl wouldn´t be thinking like this. Sometimes I feel like I´m 17, not 27.
Also, I have a waitressing job at a restaurant connected with a hostel. No, actually I would be hostessing. I can start as soon as my teaching english is finished, in 2 weeks. The interview was in spanish. Look at me, I can speak spanish. He said if it ever got too late for me to go home, I could sleep at the hostel for free because he considered me like his daughter. ha ha.
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im coming to peru. hook me up with a job.
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