254freshman year of life.
I have a friend who refers to the first year out of college as the “freshman year of life”. There’s no way of knowing whether that year will push you toward good or bad, but I was sure mine would push me away from everything I had spent 22 years getting accustomed to. I was pushed into roof tops that overlooked the new york city skyline, night clubs, and 24-hour delivery service of whatever I needed. All very glamorous, but bars with $1 burgers and beers and homes in suburbs with backyards that only overlook the yard on the other side of the chain-link fence were things that felt like home; things that I came, saw, and conquered, things that I chewed up and spat out rather than vice versa. -tbrumm
