Left Milwaukee in May — that was nine months ago.
“Nine whole months and you still don’t know what you’re doing?”
Time goes by so fast. I shouldn’t be so time-conscious.
People tell me I have all the time in the world.
Keep thinking about Milwaukee. I loved that city. There is something very special about it. Even the smell was distinct.
The breweries — that’s what it was! Everything smelled like beer.
In the four years that I lived there I never did develop a taste for beer.
In Milwaukee I had the best of both worlds. It’s a large enough city that things happened there, yet it’s small enough that it didn’t overwhelm me as New York City seems to do.
I left Milwaukee the same way I arrived — scared to death.
The flight home was miserable. I kept looking out the window hoping the plane would crash.
It didn’t.
I landed in Newark — safe — I don’t know how sound.
So here I am — 22 — and living in New Jersey.
Here I am — 22 — and ready to begin my life.
What have I been doing for the past 21 years if this is the beginning?
Better to call it a new beginning.
Beginnings are always hard — so I’ve been told, and I guess
beginning to realize.
“The decisions you make now are going to affect you for the rest of your life.”
God, they make you so afraid it’s getting hard for me to decide what to eat for lunch.
“What about marriage?”
Marriage scares the hell out of me.
“Then what about a career?”
A career scares the hell out of me.
“Well you better hurry up and decide.”
I thought I had all the time in the world.