A New Beginning

Snug and cozy, curled up in an overstuffed chair with a laptop, things now seem the way they were from before I began this short adventure of mine. It feels that perhaps I never left home, with snow beginning to swirl outside and the temperature dropping steadily towards zero, and soft Tschakovsky on the stereo. Mother is in the other room, grading papers and occasionally phoning colleagues, whilst father drove to work three hours before. The house is warm, and I am safe.

But I had left, and things are not the same, nor will they ever be. I am expected now more than ever to help contribute to the family coffers, and with so little work experience it seems a hard chore to begin the job search. College life looms large ahead, and I must plan what I wish to do for the next few decades of my life. Granted, college usually does not make ones life set in stone, but is does set a hard packed road. Will I take on academics? A trade? Business? I think I know what I want, but that could change. For me this trip was the last hurrah of childish irresponsibility. On the road with little to no planning, carefree and mooching off parents. Sounds like fun, right?

Well, always in the back of my head I knew it could not last, that my days of living as a child were done. And so they are. I must now take the reins of my life and decide where I want to go. I will not set off at a gallop, not yet. A slow step will have to do for now. What job do I want right now? What are my skills? How can I put them to use, and what is the market like?

It is hard, facing an adults worries, after the small things of childhood and school drama. Finding a girlfriend no longer seems so important (though this trip saw my first courtships) nor do grades and schooling seem like the end all and be all. There are many ways of making a living, and academia is only one of them.

This blog I intend to keep alive, not as a travel log but as my own small piece of the internet; a place to write and critique and swap stories, my home, my castle. It is surely a common thing nowadays, but it is my own, and I intend to make myself, my writings, my attitudes, unique.

It is a new day, a new morning, and I am ready.