By Dezmond Remington
Graduation is fast arriving, and there are less than two weeks remaining until I am an honest-to-god adult. Soon, I will leave the warm womb of the university and the financial forces that have allowed me to focus on nothing but school for the last three years – I am terrified.
What worries me is the uncertainty. I knew what I’d be doing for the last 21 years. Now, I do not know what I will do with my life. I do not know where I will be in a month, let alone a year from now. If an interviewer asks me where I think I’ll be in five years, I think I’ll laugh and vomit a bit.
But hey, I’m also excited. I can do anything I like for the next 50 years. ANYTHING. I’ve been fantasizing about working on some rich dude’s yacht and crossing the Atlantic. I suppose I can do that now. I could throw my life away if I wanted to, or I could make it as awesome as I want to. Anything goes.
Everyone else older than me has gone through this before, so I’m not fretting too much. I’m also super lucky. Worst comes to worst, I can always move back into my parent’s house.
Really, there’s no point in sweating about the rest of my life. It’ll happen if I want it to or not. Might as well enjoy it.