I’m back at school and the first week of school blahs have kicked in.
Why did I move to Boston?
Why did I choose to go to grad-school?
Why did I decide to take this class?
The person that got to deal with it is my significant other.
I cried as soon as I saw him.
“Oh come on. It’s only been a few days since I last saw you” he says hugging me.
True. He did come see me as soon as I landed a few days ago and that was perfect. One of our best interactions I would say. Which is exactly why my tears have nothing to do with him.
“It’s not you!” I say crying.
“What is it then?” he asks.
I stay quiet for what seems like an eternity.
“I don’t like it here” I say quietly staring out my window.
He raises his eyebrows. “You don’t like Boston?” he asks surprisingly. “I thought you loved it. That’s why you moved here”
“I do. But like. I was this big deal in Chicago. Everyone knew who I was. And now. I am a nobody” I say sadly.
He sighs. “Did someone piss you off?” he asks.
“No” I say laughing.
“Then why are you suddenly feeling like this?”
“I’ve felt this way for a long time. I tried to tell you!”
He hugs me. “I’m sorry I didn’t catch it before. Next time, you need to stop me and tell me you really need to talk”.
I smile. “Okay”.
“As for the situation. It happens Shahz. When you want to be successful, you need to move to new places and you need to meet new people and you need to do new things. It’s a big part of growing up. You are already amazing, but you know you’re here, and you’re trying to do big things and in like a year and a half- you’ll have a Master’s. And then if it’s still bad, you can decide where to go next”.
I rest my head on his shoulder.
And it got me thinking.
I don’t know what some of my readers do. Like what do you do for a living? Do you work? What do you do? Are you still in school? What do you study?
I think my reader demographics are important 🙂