Wahoowa... and we're back!
Teddy has presumably given up on blogging in favor of playing with his new friend. Boxer (yes, named after the junior Senator from California, and yes, Kate and I are fully aware that we are huge nerds) came to live with us in April. He's an orange tiger cat, and a spunky one at that, and about four months Teddy's junior. They seem to get along quite well, and we feel much better about leaving the kitties home alone when they have each other to play with. That said, I think I'll take over blogging for a while, with Teddy's permission of course.
So classes started at UVA today. It's hard to believe this is the third such day since I graduated. Two years ago, I began my first job on the same day that classes began. I was heartbroken. I would have given anything to trade in my morning commute for a leisurely stroll across campus. I yearned for the first day of school excitement and clean notebooks, pens that work, and new syllabi.
This year, my emotions are mixed. I miss college. I miss my friends, going to the gym in the middle of the day, late nights at Alderman, and waking up to an expanse of green and brick, and I miss the luxury of dreaming about what I wanted to do after college rather than actually doing it. At the same time, I wouldn't trade places with the Class of 2010 for anything. I love my job, my apartment, my roommate and the kitties, the new friends I've made and those with whom I've become closer since college, and having complete control over my decisions and my lifestyle.
I guess what I miss most about college is the sense of direction I had during those four years. There was a clear path: pick a major, take required classes, get best possible grades in those classes, load up on extracurriculars and research experience, and you're considered a successful student. After college, the path becomes a little less clear. There's no prescription for what one needs to do to be successful. There's not even a prescribed formula for what one is supposed to do period. Just two years post-college, many of my friends are starting (or finishing) graduate school, getting married, buying homes, and other various grown-up things. My path is less defined. At the same time, I wouldn't give back these last two years for anything, not even for some extended time at my alma mater.
Wahoowa, and thanks for the memories UVA.