My FIrst Last...
Today was my last first day of class.
Exciting, nerve-racking, intimidating -- a little bit of everything. Why is it that change brings so much discontent to a person's life?
It's probably a dumb question. Personally, I'm preparing for a wedding, graduation, and a move 1200 miles away from the only home I've known for most of my life. I'd say I've got good reason to be concerned.
It's fairly safe to say that other people have similar worries in regard to major changes in their lifestyles. To think -- or even act -- like I'm the only person who's ever had to go through this type of change, would be quite arrogant.
Luckily for me, though, I've got a wonderful fiancé to go through this with. It can't be any easier for her, but more importantly, this will be her third major relocation in three years (from Cheyenne to Orlando, to Texas, and now to Denver). Just when she gets settled, she picks up to leave.
Maybe nervous isn't the right emotion. 'Anxious' might be a bit more fitting. Being the first day of classes, the professors explained what we should expect for the coming semester, which includes many group projects, and lots of research.
Honestly, I look forward to it. I'm a nerd, I know, but like any other college senior nearing graduation, I can't wait to get into the real world. I'm ready to sit at my desk, compile market research, and chose the best avenue for my company to take.
But will there be a job waiting for me when I get there? Will Denver offer more possibilities than Texas?
I guess there's only one way to find out, and that's to try. I've made a deal with myself not to be like the people who live in southeast Texas and despise every second of it.
Rebecca and I have found an opportunity, and we've got to take advantage. It does, however, make me understand why people are so scared to make such a distant move. It can wear on you.
But we've got to do it. We can't be weak
Labels: Denver, Lamar University
