What happened? Where was the sun? The ocean? The holidays?
I got bank-spanked all summer. Slaving 15-17 hours a day. Learned more in two months than in two years of university. Found a carreer that I want. A goal. And finally understood the meaning of the skin colour "English Blue".
I got the JOB. THE job. The job that I will start the day I finish university. The job that is not just get-a-shitload-of-cash-really-quickly-to-spend-even-quicker-on-travelling-and-shopping-job, but THE-job-my-life-carreer-job.
Accepting it would mean taking the first step into a fourty year long tunnel.
Do I really want to enter that tunnel at the age of... 22?
Working for about 40 years. Interesting. Challenging. No exams. No holidays. No 3 hour coffee brakes in the middle of the day. Growing up. Working for living. Being an adult. Having a carreer. It is the start of a new era. A new life-phase. The phase that my entire life so far has being preparing me for. The purpose of my experiences and knowledge. The tunnel.
But I am claustrophobic.
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