“Life is one big game of hurry up & wait”
No, seriously. We go to elementary school wishing to finally get to junior high but then dream about being in high school.. only to get to high school and think, “Man! I can’t wait to get to college, it’s gonna be awesome!” ..And then college is awesome and you think you never want to leave.. but then the all-nighters & being constantly broke get to you so you can’t wait to graduate & move out on your own.. only you’re stuck jobless trying to find the perfect career & make something of yourself.. until you find a job you somewhat enjoy & think.. ok, what’s next?
Or is that just me?
Living at home is a dream - most of the time. I have 3 closets, free food, I don’t pay rent, I don’t have to pay for a parking space, I don’t have to circle around the block 100x to find a parking spot for that matter, we have a cleaning lady so the place never looks like it did when I lived in college..
But at the same time - is it stifling my life? I’m not meeting people or going out to obscure coffee houses or vintage boutiques after work, broadening my horizons.
I groan at the thought of a weekend in the city purely because of the commute to get there with my heavy Vera Bradley bag carrying everything I could possibly need (& I always end up forgetting something) - then feel like I’m a crasher for the weekend and can’t just “go out” at night - it has to be a whole ordeal of lets do breakfast, then roam around, then lunch, then chill, then go out, then eat hot dogs at 3am, then look like shit the next day and repeat till I look like death on the train ride home & had no time to relax the entire weekend and therefore am sluggish at work come Monday.
If I actually lived in the city - it wouldn’t be this way.
But right now my entire life is on “hold” it seems as I wait to hear back from ******.
So I guess I will just hurry up & wait..
