So, after more than ten years of part-time study, I have my BA. Now what do I do? Seems it's not worth the paper it's printed on, and yet it cost me so much in so many ways. I want a career. But doing what, I haven't a clue. Nothing is as easy as it seems it should be when one is nineteen years old. Time flies by, filling the mind with both sweet memories and bitter-sweet memories. Even the darkest of times only seems so because of the shining light beyond it.
My friends are on their way to having careers, finishing school, marrying and having families. Nurses, engineers, philosophers, teachers. But what do I want?

Not this.

Not this living alone in a basement apartment that floods if it even looks like it might rain.

Not working overnight maintenance at Wal-Mart.

It's not enough. I want more. I really need to find my place. Shall I go back to university? Go to college?

I want out of this province, too. I want a fresh start. Mediocrity is not for me.