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I sometimes wonder (not often, as I am perfectly happy with my life as it is now and wouldn’t want it any other way) what my life would be like if I would’ve stayed in my original major and not made the switch to education. I originally began college with hopes of becoming some sort of writer. Maybe working for a magazine or newspaper in a big city, writing some major stories and living a fast-paced life with a cup of coffee always in my hand (or a martini. Either one. I guess I watched too much Sex in the City back then.) But when I moved away my freshmen year of college, my sister had just had a baby and I missed her terribly. I wanted to come home and be a major part of my niece’s life, not just the every-now-and-then aunt. Then I realized that the “big city” type of life probably wouldn’t suit me, as I am a Buffalo girl at heart, and always will be. I love this city, the people, the way I know where every road will take you and how you can get anywhere in Western New York in about 30 minutes or less. So, I transferred to Buff State (my parents were furious with me), met my would-be husband a year later, and there you have it. Here I am. We lived in six apartments until we settled into our house, and have been equal partners in each others life for almost ten years. I love how my life has turned out, love our kids, love my job, love our house (or will, when we finish all the jobs on it that we’ve started) love that I’m close to family. But still, I sometimes wonder what I would be doing if I never transferred. Where would I be? Would I have the newest cutting-edge technology always at my disposal? Would I be rocking the newest style, rather than wearing the same jeans that I’ve been wearing for the past two years? Would I go out on weekends and not blink at dropping a couple hundred dollars on a concert or sporting event? Would I still have the same values? I can tell you that I certainly wouldn’t have today off, nor would I be getting ready to go to the playground or rent a movie for movie night tonight. I wouldn’t be trying to teach anyone how to tie shoes or spell purple. I definitely wouldn’t be going to clean out my car that has a bag of pretzels spilled in the back seat. I wouldn’t be correcting research papers or watching back video clips from my freshmen classes acting out their own version of Romeo and Juliet. (Ghetto style Romeo and Juliet is pretty damn funny, let me tell you.)
There was a reason that my parents thought I went insane ten years ago and transferred home. And it’s so clear what that reason was.
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I completely understand.
You can take the kid out of Buffalo, but…you know the rest. I miss that place. I even tried to make it work in 2005 but only lasted a year. The economy for what I do is leaps and bounds better down here.
Don’t worry, some Buffalo values never fade: I can’t get rid of shoes/clothes until they’re unwearable, I mock everyone who spins out in our annual 1″ of snow, and I will always follow the local teams (even in secret).
Mike if you rooted for the Hurricanes a few years back you should be ashamed of yourself. You better cheer on those Sabres!!
Never. I was living in Buffalo that year. I have a Sabres pennant over my desk at work. And when the Sabres play the Hurricanes, I’m the guy who’s jumping out of his seat at the bar, screaming when the Sabres score, only to be reminded by a crowd of angry faces that I’m in Hurricane country.
It’s the “other” Buffalo team that I follow very quietly.