Friday, August 27, 2004
Change is in the air
I found out last weekend one of my very good friends is moving to New York.
This friend is the reason I have other friends in Austin. He was my "catalyst friend"—introducing me to the people he knew, taking me to parties, showing me around town. I'll be honest—were it not for this friend, I would probably have not met my husband. Seriously.
So, anyway, this friend of mine is also an immensely talented graphic designer. He doesn't have his degree, and had planned to start working on it this fall at ACC. He really wanted to be doing something more with his life.
[I'm starting to look around and realize that a lot of critical people in my life are going through the same identity crisis I am. This is slightly bizarre.]
At any rate, I was proud of him for going back to school, but I knew it would keep him out of the workforce for a while. (He's been working for some friends, sort of part time.) I worried how he'd be able to get back into a good job after being out for so long.
And now he's moving to New York to take a good job that another friend of ours recommended to him. I am sad, of course, to see him go -- and so quickly, in less than three weeks! -- but I am so excited for him at the same time. What an opportunity!
And, too, there's that touch of envy. Much like with my best friend in culinary school, I wish I were moving on to the next big thing for me right now. But I am not. I have to wait. There must be a message in that. I just don't know what it is.
This friend is the reason I have other friends in Austin. He was my "catalyst friend"—introducing me to the people he knew, taking me to parties, showing me around town. I'll be honest—were it not for this friend, I would probably have not met my husband. Seriously.
So, anyway, this friend of mine is also an immensely talented graphic designer. He doesn't have his degree, and had planned to start working on it this fall at ACC. He really wanted to be doing something more with his life.
[I'm starting to look around and realize that a lot of critical people in my life are going through the same identity crisis I am. This is slightly bizarre.]
At any rate, I was proud of him for going back to school, but I knew it would keep him out of the workforce for a while. (He's been working for some friends, sort of part time.) I worried how he'd be able to get back into a good job after being out for so long.
And now he's moving to New York to take a good job that another friend of ours recommended to him. I am sad, of course, to see him go -- and so quickly, in less than three weeks! -- but I am so excited for him at the same time. What an opportunity!
And, too, there's that touch of envy. Much like with my best friend in culinary school, I wish I were moving on to the next big thing for me right now. But I am not. I have to wait. There must be a message in that. I just don't know what it is.
