Y todas las noches bajo la vía láctea parecen eternas
I’m going to go cry in this corner now, thanks.
If it makes you feel any better, eight years ago I had no idea what I was doing with my life. I had just been laid off and I had no job. I had spent four years getting a degree that appeared to be useless for everything except getting me into other schools. I had just moved out of my parents house and to a new town where I had few friends.
I was living in a 500 square foot apartment in this complex, which has an average rating of 1.5 stars on apartmentratings.com.
But the point isn’t that you’re going to get way cooler and have a way better life in eight years (though you probably will.) My point is that I was pretty happy with my life back then. I had a supportive family and a really great girlfriend. There were people who cared about me back in Florida and I knew I could make it back there if I had to.
I was doing new and interesting things and meeting cool people and volunteering at a bunch of non-profits. I was exploring and learning and trying to figure out how to make it all work. It was hard and scary and it still is…because I’m still doing roughly the same things with roughly the same outlook on life.
Mix it up…talk to strangers…learn things…you’ll be fine.
The Greens are a lovely lot.