I'm talking about the need for change.
Brett calls it 'smart person syndrome', cause when you're a 'smart' kid there are always new challenges people throw at you, to keep up with the smart kid's intellectual abilities. You know, you get put in gifted classes, encouraged to take as many AP credits as possible, given harder assignments just to see what you can do with it. Then you go to college, and everybody's in the same classes. Then you get a real job, and unfortunately there is no job classification for the 'gifted'. The jobs are hard at first, then become second nature. Then the boredom starts to creep in. It happens to everybody: I saw an article by someone who worked for NASA. The summary was that the education it took to get hired for the job was far more interesting than the job itself would ever be. Classic 'smart person syndrome'.
I think the symptoms are greatly exaggerated by attending college. You start all new classes, with a brand new schedule every four months (two months if you attend spring/summer). You live in a new place every year (on average, the UAC was lucky enough to host me and L. Rees for two in a row). You are always meeting new people. You go through a lot of boyfriends (let's be honest here). College is the ultimate environment of change.
Now we are settled though. We've both been at the same jobs for 1 year+, lived in the same apartment for 1 year+, and we can't decide what's next.
No one's going back to school, unless one of us decides to drastically change careers (that's the upside of being in fields where increased education does not equal loads more money).
Maybe buying a house before April, to cash in on that tax credit.
Maybe planning another big trip (Brazil was in August after all, 3 months ago!), but I can't get Brett to lock down a location. For the record, I'm for Hawaii in 2010, he says its too early to plan.
And no, there is no maybe on the Freeman baby. I know our future child's birth will likely be the highlight of the year to many, it may even rival the excitement of the Brangelina twins, but the incessant pleading of the masses isn't putting a rush on it.
So, to pose a question that I ask my patient husband several times a week....ummm, what next?