A Looming Graduation

Four years have gone by far too quickly, and I remember this feeling all too well. It seems as if only yesterday I was completing applications to colleges and frantically reading all of the Survive-Life-With-A-Roommate-type books that I could muster. In case you’re wondering, yes, I survived life with several roommates. Unfortunately, there’s no how-to guide for this next chapter of my life. The possibilities are endless, and that is exactly what scares me. There is no “next step.”

Armed with a list of family addresses and overpriced -though seductively foiled and embossed- stationery, I set out to assemble, fold, stuff, seal and stamp my graduation announcements. For me, this chore symbolized something much more than the hope that a relative would be so gracious as to send me a check in the mail.  It was a reminder with tangible evidence that I had arrived, but where?