We all started kindergarten at the same time, we were all chubby, awkward prepubescent middle schoolers just trying to fit in at the same time too. We all were all sporting Letterman Jackets and ‘I know everything’ attitudes simultaneously. We may have taken different roads to get to the college of our choice, but we all left at the same time. There was so much that was the same, there were such thin lines that made us different.
We now find ourselves in such different worlds, it’s tough to recall the backgrounds that we once shared. We were all in the same places at the same time, never imaging that the chances for individual change were possible. I am in a place so different from the people who started next to me. Not better, and certainly not worse, just different. I have recently spoken to a number for friends, people of my same age that are living in places I would find so foreign. And I don’t mean Tibet or Fargo…
The starting point was a line we all stood behind, the finish line was too far off in the distance for anyone to clearly see. Maybe that’s why we all ended up at so spread out, so far from each other. The end, which is still too far to see, is different for everyone. I am 24 years old, living in the best city in the world, with no one to worry about other then pretty little me. That is not the case for all of those who darted in motion at the sound of the gun.
Different mile markers now show the lives we have all decided to try. Some friends are in law school, a mere 3 or 4 months from becoming Lawyers. What? Real, honest to In God-We Trust lawyers. How can that be, we were just tailgating and sleeping until 1pm every day that ended in a “y”? And now those same people are at a huge point in their race, a point I will not see.
Closing on a house? That seems so futuristic and adult like, I cannot imagine such a phrase coming from these lips. Living in a city where most places go for about $1000/sq foot has a lot to do with the strangeness of that statement. However, this city is unlike most other places where my running mates have found themselves. I’m closing bar tabs, and their closing on homes, new homes. I want to understand that feeling, I do, but that is like telling finger painting toddler what it would feel like to have something hanging in the MoMa. It’s just too far down the road.
My favorite part of the race so far are these very differences, difference is location. I love speaking, learning, and listening to friends who have taken different routes. Their experiences and ability to convey where they are and where they have been only make for a much smoother ride today. Even though we left the starting blocks at the same time, we’ve found our own ways, our own ways to live our lives. I am eternally grateful for the people who have stayed with in shouting distance of me. Some have unfortunately veered off course, and I hope they soon find their way too.
Thanks for listening