So, I recently graduated from college, woot. Being that my beloved Alma Mater is nestled away in a valley hidden in the middle of nowhere, there are pretty much no job opportunities in the vicinity. So, I moved back home. When I say "recently graduated", I mean it; finals ended less than two weeks ago.
Having been wicked busy taking advantage of all the opportunities while the getting was still good during my final semester, I didn't make many plans. Nor did I consider how awkward graduating just in time for the Holidays is. In previous years, when I lived at home or during Winter Vacation, I've always celebrated,(It's partytime, excellent!), with friends.
Most people going from "student" to "unemployed" at this time of year would be armoring themselves for that horrifying gauntlet of Big Life Questions that family and extended family like to ask every time they see you after you finish high school: "What are you doing now?" "Anyone special?" "Do you have a job?" "Are you married yet?" "How are the kids?"
Fortunately for me, my family doesn't really do holidays; everyday is worth celebrating to us. And I'm not unemployed, I'm "in transition", ha. But anyways, I've had plenty of time to rest and ruminate life and the meaning of things. And since I live in America and the holidays are pretty much shoved down my throat, they've been the center of my contemplation. Not just the ones that consume December and part of November, all of them.
From New Year's and back, I've labeled the major festival days on my calendar according to who has the most fun and with whom they are best spent: Singles, couples, family, friends, etc. These are based on my experiences, observations, and conversations that I've had with others; they are generalizations and just one person's musings, so don't sweat them too much. But as my gift to the interwebs, I'm going to share some of my perusals on the Holidays with the cool kids in a twelve-part series(!).
Each article, posted quasi-daily, will focus on one month of the ever-so-popular Gregorian calendar and the holidays it harbors. Once again, these are the holidays according to me. So if I: a) missed one, I either forgot, ran out of time, or don't consider it a holiday; b) write about something you aren't familiar with, it's either a cultural thing, a subcultural thing, or a kick-ass holiday you should partake in.
On that note, Happy New Year's Eve, kids! I've got to go make some last-minute plans for what may be the last NYE ever. Hope yours is as eventful as I plan on mine being:
Be safe, live long and prosper, enjoy yourself and others, yadda-yadda-yadda, and I'll be back tomorrow to help you keep the festivities going into the new year. Besos.
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Fortunately for me, my family doesn't really do holidays; everyday is worth celebrating to us. And I'm not unemployed, I'm "in transition", ha. But anyways, I've had plenty of time to rest and ruminate life and the meaning of things. And since I live in America and the holidays are pretty much shoved down my throat, they've been the center of my contemplation. Not just the ones that consume December and part of November, all of them.
From New Year's and back, I've labeled the major festival days on my calendar according to who has the most fun and with whom they are best spent: Singles, couples, family, friends, etc. These are based on my experiences, observations, and conversations that I've had with others; they are generalizations and just one person's musings, so don't sweat them too much. But as my gift to the interwebs, I'm going to share some of my perusals on the Holidays with the cool kids in a twelve-part series(!).
Each article, posted quasi-daily, will focus on one month of the ever-so-popular Gregorian calendar and the holidays it harbors. Once again, these are the holidays according to me. So if I: a) missed one, I either forgot, ran out of time, or don't consider it a holiday; b) write about something you aren't familiar with, it's either a cultural thing, a subcultural thing, or a kick-ass holiday you should partake in.
On that note, Happy New Year's Eve, kids! I've got to go make some last-minute plans for what may be the last NYE ever. Hope yours is as eventful as I plan on mine being:
Be safe, live long and prosper, enjoy yourself and others, yadda-yadda-yadda, and I'll be back tomorrow to help you keep the festivities going into the new year. Besos.
