It has been one blurry and sloggy readjustment, complete with the return of morning hangovers, beer guts and Spotted Cow.
But most importantly it has been a return to the reality of home, of expectations and of the future.
In Argentina, my life extended only 6 months into the future. Six months were easily filled with piropos and my accompanying dirty looks, with teatro and dancing at a gay boliche next door, with trips to Brasil and trips to dipilacion. My only expectation was living to the fullest my six months in Latin America.
But now I have graduated from the illustrious ivory towers of UW-Madison, totting my JBA behind me, and I have the rest of my life as my reality. I have a lifetime of expectations from my family and me to fill.
So of course, in true Niki style, I am panicking … and I am unemployed- the two actions have much more to do with each other than I would like to admit. I am so overwhelmed by the potential of action that I am frozen in immobility.
So yesterday I died my hair red. Yesterday I took an action towards the future.
Yesterday I washed away the rubia of college, of Argentina, and welcomed in the redhead of that scary infinite future.
Check out how this pelirroja takes on the abyss at www.100daysofunemployment.blogspot.com.
