Getting Reacquainted with Routine

November 10, 2009 at 3:35 AM (Musings) (, , )

It’s been a while since I’ve been able to depend on much anything in terms of normality around here.  Ever since my last semester, things have been all over the place for me.  Questions kept me up at night, and legitimate questions – none of this, “Omigod, WHAT am I going to wear to my job interview tomorrow!?”  It was more like, “Oh God, I hope I HAVE a job interview tomorrow.  My time line of questions went similarly as follows:

“Will I graduate this year?”

“If I graduate, what on Earth am I going to do once I get that hot piece of paper in my hands?”

“Oh my God, I have to convince someone that I’m worth hiring?”

“How am I going to do that?”

You should talk to the girl down the hall; I think you'd like her.  Lemme know if you find out why she's ordering all those colored plastic balls.

“I have to find a place to live?”

“I have to find another place to live on September 1?”

Eventually, all of these questions were matched up with mostly reassuring answers, but most of the summer was spent being unsure of just about everything.  Once life suggested that it could start settling down in September, I took a look around and asked myself what I could go back to that was normal.  Most of my friends from my graduating class (including my former roommates) had moved on to different states or hemispheres following graduation.   Those who remained at BU as underclassmen operated on an entirely different schedule than I did as an aspiring Corporate Barbie.  Since I stepped off the dance floor, many of my friends from that realm have moved on with their own lives, as well.  I was so eager to stay in Boston because everything I knew was here, yet somehow, even though I managed to land on my feet here, all those things I stayed for are gone (or at least the vast majority – I’m not totally alone).

It’s so surreal: I feel as though I’ve arrived just as I did a little over four years ago, but I don’t have the same means of making friends that I did before: no campus groups, no freshmen field trips, no class projects, no swarms of over-eager dormitories rushing to add everyone in the building on Facebook.  True, my office job is beyond fantastic and I enjoy the company of everyone in the office (honestly, too – I’ve not met a single person in the agency that I dislike, which is incredibly refreshing), but I’m still The Intern.  It’s not that I’m not permitted to address my superiors, but at the same time, I don’t know how I feel about approaching them for nonprofessional reasons quite yet.  Meanwhile, the kids at the coffee shop where I still work are all good people, and I wouldn’t mind grabbing a beer with some of them, but we’re all on different schedules (it being part-time and all).  That, and most of them are not of legal drinking age in this country.

What’s a gal to do?  I’m not stressing too much yet: I only just got rewired last week, and I am sure that there are still some people in Boston that I know and like.  I just have to dig them up.  In the mean-time, feel free to drop suggestions on how to reacquaint oneself with a suddenly foreign city!

Tonight’s Tunes
“Tengo la Voz,” Nortec Collective
“Chambermaid Swing,”  Parov Stelar
“Mariposa en Havana,” Si*Sé
“Con Mi Sombra,” S-Tone, Inc.
“Beatbox Cha Cha,” Ursula 1000
“Maria Jose,” Frederico Aubele
“Polaris,” Zero 7
“Sometimes,” Si*Sé
“En Mi Soledad,” Campo
“Tea for Two,” Pink Martini
“Moody,” Bitter:Sweet

1 Comment

  1. A Social Experiment « And Here, We Have My Musings said,

    […] too long ago, I blogged about being lonely in Boston because all my friends had moved away after graduation.  Two posts ago, actually.  And yes, I linked to it.  Sue […]

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