since June 18, 2005.It's hard to believe a year has passed since graduation.
Yet, as I sit here in my apartment of two months - now 25 and gangfully employed - that whole section of my life, namely school, seems like moments, memories of long ago, years long gone.
I must be experiencing some form of withdrawal. After all, a person doesn't just forget six years of college overnight. In fact, now that it's finally hit me - one year later - that that part of my life is over, I can't help wishing I could trade my tomorrows to go back for just one more day.
One more day...
Naturally, my thoughts are not atypical; they couldn't be, as I'm not the first twentysomething to graduate college, get a job and move out. But like other adults have discovered before me, work gets monotonous, friends move away, new digs grow lonely, and degrees may seem not worth the paper they're printed on.
Life can't always be perfect, can it?
I, myself, was unemployed for six months following graduation. Then I landed a legal secretary position that I wasn't really qualified for and am so, so lucky I didn't lose when the situtation came to blows. Now, nearly six months later, I'm waiting on a tack to gain permanent status, which will grant me health insurance as well as access to my vacation leave. Having no clue when this will happen makes the days crawl and the agony of not being able to get out of Dodge more painful. There are days when I would give my body and soul for the opportunity to escape to LA and be with my Greg. So, like any male-deprived female,I hang onto every affectionate word, every joke, and look forward to his emails. This, of course, is in-between moving my crap, unpacking, yoga, photo classes, reviewing for TriggerStreet, and being a legal secretary.
Yes, life is one big obstacle.
And hanging around eight lawyers on a daily basis has convinced me that I want to go to law school and become a lawyer myself, after I first become a Paralegal. Guess all those years of L.A. Law, Law & Order and Night Court went straight to my head.
Though, law school is hell and gone from film school. If money was no object, I'd have been in LA years ago.
But, on the other hand, my life is progressing well. I'm enjoying my life more and more, my apartment is slowly losing its box maze, and being out on my own again is helping me to better discipline myself. Olympia may be a drop in the bucket compared to Eugene or LA, but it's (once again) my home, my mark of identity and independence.
And in the end, regardless whether I end up a lawyer or filmmaker, I'll know I did it myself, thanks to years of hard work.
I know I'll make it.
Copyright © 2005, Talia M. Wilson
posted: June 18, 2005
since June 18, 2005.