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Until… the thought became a want… and the want became a desire… and the desire became a goal. It suddenly wasn’t a “should I” question, it was a “how should I” question instead.
Before I knew it, I was looking at something I haven’t looked at since I was 20… Apartment complexes close to the college campus.
And for some reason I signed a lease on one.
I still am not completely sure what I was thinking. Two bedrooms. A kitchen. A small living room. A bathroom. That’s it. Less than nine hundred square feet total.
As she showed me through the apartment, I thought of all the furniture I would need to sell or get rid of. I thought of all the things that wouldn’t fit. All the donations to the Salvation Army that would be made in order for us to fit into this place. And for some reason that was all very much okay.
I am going to do it.
I am going to do what I should have done ten years ago.
I am going to be one of the things I actually wanted to be when I was younger.
I am going to be a teacher. Or a nurse. Or a computer programmer. Or something awesome.
To get there, I am going to have to be one of those old farts at the community college who creeps everybody out.
I’m going to have to do <gulp> homework.
I’m going to have to write papers.
I’m going to have to read books.
I’m going to have to skip out on social events and dates when finals are going on.
I’m going to have to get parking permits. And student IDs. And go to study groups.
I’m going to have to pinch more pennies and miss out on some things.
It sounds kind of fun. It sounds kind of like a rite of passage I need to experience.
Whew. Wish me luck.
I move in one month. That’s one month I have to actually downsize my possessions and things.
Because of that, please forgive me if I don’t post every single day between now and when I move. If I miss here or there, it’s because I’m hauling a couch to a friend’s house or unscrewing a flat screen from the wall.
School starts next January. At least that’s the plan. I’m old enough to know that starting down one path leads to paths you never would have imagined.
Haha. I bet it will give me a lot of great blogging stories to tell.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
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