Wednesday, December 18, 2013

The Death of the White Stag

I realized today that I no longer feel in a stage of transition. It’s taken me a year and half, but I have finally come to define my life as it—not as where it is going or where it has come from. I not just a post-grad, looking back at and feeling nostalgic for my college experience. And I am not merely straining towards the future, single-mindedly pursuing that elusive “career” we all seem to be hunting. I’m beginning to wonder if the creature even exists in all its mythic glory.

This place—it’s a nice place to be.

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