Post-Graduation Reminising

When I was a freshman in college, I never thought that I would live to see the day that I graduated from college. As a naive eighteen-year-old, I thought that I would be graduating from college in four years, have a brilliant career as a English teacher, and be married to the best man ever.

But that’s not the reality. The reality is this: After 7 years, 15 semesters, countless sleepless nights, finals, 43 roommates (yeah, you read that right), and 8 boyfriends later I have finally graduated with my degree in Sociology.  I never thought that I would have gotten my degree in Sociology in a million years. I never thought that it would take me 7 years to graduate from college. I never thought that I would still be single after all this time.

So much of my life is different, even though a lot of it still looks the same. I work for a company that is very large, and I have a lot of opportunities to move up in the company.  I have six fish, live in a studio apartment, pay chap rent, and am actively looking to meet new people my age. Also, I’m spending time with my ex-boyfriend that I broke up with two and half months ago.  That’s a story for another time.

The point is this: My life isn’t anywhere I thought it would be. I wish I would’ve pursued my dream of being a English teacher. I wish that I would’ve stayed in Residential Treatment. I wish I would’ve written the book that I’ve had stuck in my head. I wish I would’ve gone on a study abroad to Italy. I wish I would’ve pursued my dream of being a art teacher. I wish. I wish. I wish.

I also wish that I would’ve opened the cafe that I’ve always wanted to. I wish that I would have done so many things with my life. I wish that I didn’t get sick, and that I had to turn my whole life upside down. I wish that so many things were different. I wish that my parents weren’t divorced. I wish that I was married, and had a few kids. I wish that my life was different.

But it isn’t.

My life is unrecongiably boring. And something needs to change.

XO Sam

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