There is a time to look down from the cliff wall of Bloomington's quarries and there is a time to jump. Only twenty-four percent of 2010 college graduates who applied for jobs before graduating have one waiting for them and currently ten percent of college graduates over the age of 25 are unemployed. I love America, no I'm not being facetious. I am American. I don't go to Europe and tell them I'm Canadian. I didn't go to Egypt and Jordan and pretend to be anything but American. Despite having a president that I believe in and a political system that I don't I am not ashamed to be exactly what I am, a mostly honest, homegrown American. Nonetheless the time to jump has come. Jackie has graduated and I've been out of school for a year. We have no careers, we have no children, and we do not have a failing mortgage.
At the IU Credit Union I was having Debby close my bank account.
"So are did you graduate? Are you moving far away?"
It's hard not to smile at the question. Why yes, Debby, I am moving far away. Not Evansville far away, not NY, NY where my parents are now. Not even California or Oregon, those are the brain drains for Indiana, are they not? No, I'm going truly westward. Is it not the quintessential American Dream to move forever west? And is it little surprise that in a day and age when we talk about the world being so small that we, Jackie and I, would end up in the Far East and the Kingdom of Thailand in our westward flight from home.
I know that his my be one of the ways that many of our friends and family stay in touch with us, however I have decided that I wont be censoring this blog based on that fact. So if our lives seem too troubled, askew, or otherwise disturbing feel free to send me your mailing address and I can just keep you in a postcard perfect loop.
This is the beginning of our story. Our first steps as children masquerading as grownups in an adult world.
For those of you interested in the nitty-gritty details of resources, expenses, and practical daily information I will be doing my best to include such things in enough detail as to make Lloyd's of London wrap up early for the day.
At the IU Credit Union I was having Debby close my bank account.
"So are did you graduate? Are you moving far away?"
It's hard not to smile at the question. Why yes, Debby, I am moving far away. Not Evansville far away, not NY, NY where my parents are now. Not even California or Oregon, those are the brain drains for Indiana, are they not? No, I'm going truly westward. Is it not the quintessential American Dream to move forever west? And is it little surprise that in a day and age when we talk about the world being so small that we, Jackie and I, would end up in the Far East and the Kingdom of Thailand in our westward flight from home.
I know that his my be one of the ways that many of our friends and family stay in touch with us, however I have decided that I wont be censoring this blog based on that fact. So if our lives seem too troubled, askew, or otherwise disturbing feel free to send me your mailing address and I can just keep you in a postcard perfect loop.
This is the beginning of our story. Our first steps as children masquerading as grownups in an adult world.
For those of you interested in the nitty-gritty details of resources, expenses, and practical daily information I will be doing my best to include such things in enough detail as to make Lloyd's of London wrap up early for the day.
Amazing...looking forward to reading all about it!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a great adventure. I'm really proud of you and Jackie for being so fearless and so curious about the world. I look forward to reading about your experiences as they arise.
ReplyDelete