This past weekend, I went back to Marist for the first time in TWO years. I’m advising at my former Kappa chapter now and since the chapter has more than tripled in the past four years, I had to go back and see it all for myself.
But my biggest observation of the whole weekend was that I felt more comfortable and relaxed than in any of my previous visits. I told my mom that it was because I was far enough away and unaware of the drama but then she also reminded me that this was my first time going to visit with real stability in my life. Every other time I had seen these girls, I had been bouncing around unsure of what my next move was. But this time I actually had news about my life to report and for once felt like a grown-up instead of a confused post-grad.
I’m finally moving from what I see as “struggling post-grad” into “legit adult” and it feels awesome.