Monday, October 1, 2012

That Time of Year



They say the first fall after university is a difficult experience. Changing leaves and cold winds bring back memories of dormitory shenanigans, and young people bearing backpacks stand as a stark reminder of one's own mortality and the inevitable march of time. The say that, at this time of year, you pine for the recent past.

I'm not sure what the hell they're talking about.

Sure, I miss my university friends well enough. But with sleepovers and barhopping in abundant supply (see my posts for literally the entire month of September) and a blowout party scheduled two weeks from now in the Goldlands, it's not like those old comrades have exactly ridden off into the horizon.

The things that have been out of my life are a whole lot less laudable: courses and professors and freezing early-morning walks to chilly classrooms and a flu season that intersects perfectly with fall midterms. I suppose fall midterms are coming up, aren't they? It is October now.



Ah, the joys of being out.

Perhaps because I'm one of the few recent graduates to have embarked (I say embarked because I don't have a paycheck coming yet) on a promising career path, I have greeted the turn of seasons not with nostalgia for the glory days of '09 but with a feeling of glee not unlike a thief would enjoy after making off scot-free with your grandmother's jewels.

I get to have fall without exams. I get to have fall without studying. I get to have fall without homework. I feel like I'm stealing something.

It's so delightful.

And just in case I had any delusions that autumn could begin only with notebooks and satchels, the onset of cold weather was particularly early this year. School did not start anew, at least not for me, but the first week of September brought an unseasonable chill, the leaves duly commenced darkening, and, two weeks ago, I found my mother at the stove whipping up a batch of her famed chicken-noodle soup.


Fall had come after all.

That's not to say that all's been well this new season; work and money worries abound as always, and the other day I had an episode that can only be described as disturbing, one I've refrained from sharing here for fear of looking like a total lunatic.

But all in all things are better than they could be. The wonderful friends I made at university are still in my life, though their role is truncated. In a world of burger-flipping bachelor's-degree holders I'm neither unemployed nor working a menial service job. In time I will sell my projects and make my money and have a great deal more freedom than I do now.

In time.

The problem is, of course, hanging on until time decides to keep up its end of the bargain, and if I run out of money before time runs out of excuses then I will be in a fine pickle, indeed.

Anxiety aside, I'm trying to enjoy myself.

I love this time of year.


7 comments:

naturgesetz said...

Maybe I'm forgetting something, but I wonder if you actually have any writers whose manuscripts you're working on at this point.

Jay M. said...

A worthy expose of post college life.

I keep hoping for a post where you are working on a great new writer's manuscript.

Hope life is still grand...

Peace <3
Jay

laura b. said...

We haven't actually gotten to Fall around here. At least weather-wise. It is October 2 and it is 100+ degrees. Crazy.
I'm really glad you are (mostly) enjoying your post graduate life :)

Arizaphale said...

Loved this post. Very nostalgic and yet looking forward to the future! Cool. Oh and I love that first photo..the colours...the textures..I can almost feel the chill in the air...and it is 26C here :-)

Jason said...

Very interesting, the way fall is often perceived by many people, yet I'm with you it's never seemed all that bad to me, in fact it's been rather good to me. Now winter on the other hand......but that's only because I hate the cold and I'm old.

Good luck and that stew looks yummy to say the least.

Barbara Shallue said...

I call tell from your words that you already realize life is an adventure. Keep working on your dreams full time as long as you can, but if money runs out, don't forget you can still work on them part time!

dawn marie giegerich said...

Want that recipe.