Week 'o Change
You know I always thought I was one of those people who could take things in stride...laid back, relaxed, just rollin' with the punches. Apparently not.This week signaled a lot of change for my life, and the lives of those around me. Last Saturday was Lauren's surprise party, which I'm proud to say--with the help of my accomplices, Greg and Vicki--went off without a hitch. It also gave me a chance to talk to a few people I haven't had the chance to chat with in a while, and who are mostly all graduating this year. Steve's off to Alberta to study stem cells in what seems to be the start of a truly amazing career. If anyone can cure cancer, it's Steve. Nenad and Vicki are both off to teacher's college, which is the perfect career for the both of them, Nenad being so easy going, and Vicki so caring of others. And of course Lauren's off to the east coast for her masters work. Needless to say, lots of change going on there.
Flash forward to Monday. My best friend in the whole world, who has lived down the street from me since the age of ten, moves almost 1500 kilometers away. Now I've had some time to get used to this, as she's known about her acceptance to UNB for a couple months now, but it felt really weird watching her go through that airport gate without me following right behind. Almost to the point where I wanted to run to the ticket counter and yell "I'm coming too!!" in a very Merry/Pippin type fashion. No hobbit likes being left behind.
Now I really can't complain because I'm going through far less change then she is! Living away from home for the first time, in an entirely different province, doing new things and meeting new people. Sounds scary on the surface, but I must admit I'm jealous. What an experience! I know you should never be in a hurry to grow up, but sometimes the year between the two of us feels like a life-time...
More change comes with the new job I'm starting on Monday. Now this is also something I should be excited about, and I am...sort of. You see, this is the first job I've had that is actually remotely related to my field. It's not journalism per-say, but it's in the ballpark, and I'm not sure if I want to be a journalist anyway (more interested in PR and marketing, which is what this job is).
Actually doing work in my field makes journalism seem less like a school thing and more like a life-career thing, which--excuse my French--scares the shit out of me. I've been a student for the last 16 years of my LIFE. And now I have to be a GROWN-UP? With a JOB? When did this happen?? When did homework stop and paying bills begin? When did I start paying attention to things like deals on furniture and the price of gas?
Did you know that I have a five-year plan? OLD people have five-year plans!!
I feel like half of me is trying to move time forward, and the other is trying to push it back. And between all of this thinking about the future and reminising about the past, the present is just passing me by.
I don't know what the future holds for me, but I do know that change is inevitable, and what's in the past is just that: gone. I guess all I can really hope for is that what comes next is just as good as what I've had so far. Looking around at my life right now, though...this'll be pretty hard to top.
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