As a result, my first year out of college meant lots of adjustment. Not to mention resistance. And finally acquiescence. (Or something like that.)
My post-diploma malaise was hardly unique, except that I was fortunate enough to have been given an outlet for all my venting and navel-gazing about the sad state of the human condition. A very kind editor at the Boston Globe took a chance on me and gave me some space in the City Weekly section. Somehow (don't ask me how) I managed to turn it into a weekly gig.
Because the Boston.com website was a bit difficult to navigate, I started this blog to post the articles so that my friends and family could read them more easily. And well, here we are, years later, this series is permanently etched into my Google identity. Thought I might as well compile it and give the series a proper introduction. So. Without further ado, the complete index to my 22-part* series:
IN TRANSITIONPart 1: Diploma, done. Now what?
Part 2: A rich life, a full life, a sadly expired e-life
Part 3: Nuke at Night
Part 4: As she jets off, I slouch away
Part 5: The confessions of a couch-to-couch surfer
Part 6: Going through a 'temporary' phase
Part 7: Alone, waking up to a nightmare
Part 8: 'Only' seems to be the hardest word
Part 9: The kids are back -- me, too, a tenant with dreams
Part 10: A commitment, of sorts
Part 11: I've experiences monotony from both sides, now
Part 12: Wait, let's do that over
Part 13: When did I become so old?
Part 14: Ahh, a warm family embrace
Part 15: When a diploma fails, try a plunger
Part 16: A guilty spectator, at 22, to this war
Part 17: The neighborhood ties that don't bind
Part 18: We'll always have New Haven
Part 19: Post red-eye blues: A wimp now, I once did all-nighters
Part 20: At my own pace, I'm following suit
Part 21: Suddenly, as thunder rolls, a great leap forward
Part 22: In a celebratory season, time to go
* There's no magic to the number 22. The series ended somewhat abruptly after I landed a new job and moved to New York.
