Travelling Back

I recently came back to my home country.

Although I have travelled here a couple of times over the past few years, this time it is more permanent. I have mixed feelings about this, as I always viewed myself as a person who moved forward with life. If I suffered any disappointment, I always pushed forward; pushed harder.

But coming back here is a mixed emotion. The country in question is more suited towards my needs: a cultural hotspot, a port, a future. But is this my future? I always saw myself going somewhere new, somewhere where I set up myself and created a future. My dad did it before me, without anyone, and I know I can do the same. Coincidentally, I am the same age he was when he started travelling, and discovering himself.

I understand his concerns, obviously. "Why go so far?" "Why work that much harder?" But I always liked a challenge. When I am told I can not do something, I make it my point to achieve it to the best of my abilities, where pysically possible.

When people told me I was too young to live alone, I did it without any hassle. When people told me I can not run a business, I did. All before I was 20.

So why not this?  

I've started to try...

I've never written down my feelings before. It's a new feeling. I don't know whether anyone will ever read this, and it isn't even important.

I just finished my finals. It's been a week. After studying for months, and worrying for the days leading up, my finals got over even before it sunk in. I am sure I did my best. But that is not what worries me. It's what comes next.

I skipped two years of school. That means I am amongst the youngest graduates in the State. My parents say I have gained two years. The whole reason I chose commerce is that the possibilities are endless. I could start working at the bottom of the corporate hierarchy and work up; maybe study for an MBA eventually. Or I could dive in head first and get an MBA. I would rather not do the latter though.

Given a choice, I would like to do something that just shocks all those around me, you know? Not take the predictable route. While others were dating, going with friends, or just studying, I worked for my dad. I helped him set up a business at 16, and even managed for a while. And despite all my complaints, I enjoyed it.

But now I am done with that. I want to gain experience in different areas. These two years gained should allow me to explore all the opportunities available to me. Whether advertising, writing, or go back into corporate, I would like to know what I do means something to me.

The best part though, is that in the current economic climate, no one is hiring. Not in the least a guy younger that other candidates, who worked for their dad, and has more interests than fingers.

I know the next few years are going to be interesting. How could they not be? I don't know what happens next. Do you?

Sid A.

P.S. I didn't put a quote in this as originality is one of the few interesting things you hope to see in a blog. Quotes are someone else's thoughts.