September 28, 2005

the memories of me will seem more like bad dreams

I've been thinking lately about what is going to happen after this year of school. I've been thinking about it a lot. Here are the places you might be able to find me in a year:

1. Milwaukee or St. Louis or someplace like that working for a newspaper.
2. Missoula, Montana, Iowa City, New York or somewhere like that for grad school.
3. Somewhere in the developing world with the Peace Corps.
4. In Chicago, maybe freelancing or doing something else cool.
5. On the couch at 704 E. LeMoyne Ave. Lombard, IL watching the seventh season of Seinfeld (I'm guessing that's where they'll be by then) on DVD because I don't have a job.

Something else I've been thinking about is what's going to happen to all my friends after we finish school. The sad reality is that we're probably all going to start going our separate ways. People are already making plans to leave the state and the country, applying for jobs across the country and world. Really we've already started to separate. We spend less time together than we did a year ago because we're all a lot busier and because some people just have formed completely different priorities. I don't expect anyone to follow me to the Wild West of Missoula, Montana if I get into grad school there and decide to go. I don't expect anyone to uproot from their life and go to Milwaukee with me if the Journal Sentinnel decides to give me a job. Because I'm a single guy, whatever move I make will most likely be made on my own. It's just weird to think about the people who I've relied on so much for the past 3 years - and in many cases the last 7 or 8 years or longer - not being around. I know I've managed to keep contact with friends at other schools, but not as much I was would have liked. How likely is it that that will continue when people are busier with careers and relationships and are even more displaced geographically? There are people who I've spent a lot of time with during certain periods of the last 3 years that I hardly ever talk to anymore. It's a pretty sure thing, at least in my mind, that I'll rarely, if ever, talk to them once I'm done with school. It's sad. It's like the end of Rent when Angel dies and everyone goes their separate way. Except, thankfully, none of us are dying of AIDS. I know there are people that will always be there no matter how far across the globe we are from each other, and that's a little reassuring.


I Will Follow You into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie

(They were on Conan last night and it was awesome. If you haven't heard Plans yet, check it out. I'm super excited to be seeing them here in a couple weeks.)

Posted by dpetrella at September 28, 2005 11:45 AM | TrackBack

Welcome to my world.

Posted by: Allison at September 28, 2005 9:23 PM

Whether it be 704 E. LeMoyne Ave. Lombard, IL or Batswana I wanna visit ya.

Posted by: jon at September 29, 2005 4:41 PM

Its a good thing we at have least have the technology to allow us to communicate very easily from anywhere when we choose to. That part will only get better.

Posted by: Dan at September 30, 2005 7:35 AM

What you're talking about is, in my belief, directly related to the onset of depression and other mood disorders in people in their mid 20's. The working world makes you reliant on money and a certain standard of living much more quickly than you'd imagine...and like it or not, the competition begins between even the closest of friends as to who makes the most money and has the nicest things. Then, the people who make more money start going places you can't afford to go, and you try to keep up, but then can't pay your rent on time because you dropped $100+ on dinner just for the salad bar. And the spiral continues...

I suppose it doesn't have to be like that...but that was the path I found myself going down. That's why I'm back in school.

eek...sorry to be such a downer...

Posted by: Ralph at October 3, 2005 9:51 PM
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