Wednesday, July 2nd, 2008
Guinea Pig
It’s been two months since I made my transition from a student to a “working woman”. OK, that’s a really ridiculous way to put it but yes, I am working for an NGO that works for the mentally ill and homeless.
The transition hasn’t been easy. I am still living in a hostel, although this one doesn’t have curfews but I have had to start things from scratch. Build my life around my ambitions. Make new friends. Start with a clean slate again.
Despite all this, there’s no regret about the decision I made. I was aware of the perks about living at home, getting a fat paycheck with a corporate job and settling into a comfortable tailor-made life. And I didn’t want any of that. I am NOT anymore nobler or wiser than the average man or woman on the street, but I think I made up my mind about certain things early on in life.
There was a point when late in the evening I went knocking on the doors of random houses asking if the owners were renting out their place along with a colleague of mine. Someone even told us that this was not very appropriate for young ladies. Ha. The apartment hunt proved to be futile but never in my life have I so stepped out of my comfort zone and enjoyed it so much. These small inconsistent joys coming my way thrill me more than a grand plan of life in motion (which I don’t have in any case).
I think it would suffice to say that I am happy now with what I have but that doesn’t make me content. It’s like I have only started exploring my aptitude, my desires, my incompetencies and my dreams. I hope to travel a lot this year, complain a bit less and learn a lot from this job. I hope to find someone who stays special even after the first encounter. I hope to finally learn how to fly a kite. And maybe not to topple over after the third shot of rum.
It will happen. All in good time.