Quarters and seasons

Fall quarter seems to be almost over, but that doesn't mean much to me these days. Normally, I’d be thrilled to be going home, happy that finals are over, and looking forward to that messed up three week schedule before Christmas break.

But, for the first time in my life, five months (almost six, yikes) after graduation, I’ve found myself living in a city where summer could be winter or spring. Seasons or quarters don't exist.

The post graduate life has lead to new words in my vocabulary. “401 (k), flexible spending accounts and taxes are coming out of my mouth. These are not subjects I’m used to talking about on a daily basis. I’m a lot more familiar with “wicked” and “beer pong.”

Its all bittersweet, Carrie sums up the way I’ve been feeling lately:

“Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course, we wouldn't fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it's comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a plane ride away.”

Totally random stuff, my mind is going of in tangents these days so this probably doesn't make much sense to anybody.