Spring Chicken
I like being youngest. Younger. Young. It gives me a sense of security. When I’m surrounded by people who are older than me, even slightly, it makes me feel like someone else is in charge, someone else is responsible, and I don’t have to worry about putting the weight of the world on my shoulders.
Some day that’ll change. The people I spend time with will expand to include more and more who are younger than I am, unless I become some hermit, which isn’t, like, out of the question. But for now, there’s a lot of comfort in the superficial mark on a calendar. I don’t have to make the decisions if I’m younger. That’s the way it is.
Until it isn’t. Soon enough I’ll be done with school and the decisions will be very much my own. It’s silly to think I won’t have any support from anyone else after graduation, financial or emotional, but it’s not crazy to think that after May of 2014, I’m going to be drastically more in charge of my life than ever before. There’s no predefined next step. There’s no imminent grad school. There’s no place I need to live. It’s all up to me. And the people who might hire me. They’ll probably be older.
