my roommate is the maid of honor in a wedding next weekend.
we had a conversation yesterday afternoon about how weird it was that people our age are getting married. which, being that we are either twenty-one or getting close to it, is probably an idea to which we ought to be accustoming ourselves.
but it’s still weird.
i had the strangely lucid thought that i wasn’t sure i was ready for marriage, or even a serious relationship, right now, or even in the near future.
i don’t know anything about marriage, really, but marriage is a team of two, and i know a lot about teamwork. i know teams work best when they have a lot of practice, communicate often and well, and work together seamlessly. and i think another integral part to teamwork is knowing what you’re aiming for.
but for the team to know what it’s aiming for, the individuals who make it up have to know what they’re aiming for.
and right now, i’m a little unsure of how i want to settle myself as a person and what to settle in as a career. there are plenty of things i’m interested in, and i have a few very prominent ideas, but i’m not certain.
i’m okay with that.
my father knows i love to travel. and one of his prized pieces of advice to me was to to find a job that would allow me to travel, to take advantage of the years that i can do that.
i’ve written before about how this is my season of singleness, and how i’m not eager to rush it. and i suppose that’s what i’m saying here: that i’m going to live this time as well as i can, because i have it.
i want to stay up past midnight reading, learn german, eat bagel bites for dinner, and ramble across europe.
oh – and figure out what to do after graduation next year. ;]