Conveniently, the end of my lease was coming up, and being a temp made saying "I'm outtie!" a lot easier. Plus, my parents have been living in the suburbs just outside of my favorite city for the last four years. While I was dreading moving in with them, it was a much better situation than where I was. Bruce Brazos (John Malcovich's character in the third Transformers movie) said it best: "First job out of college is critical. You either take the step down the correct career path, or you fall into a life-sucking abyss."
Since graduation, I'd had two jobs, both of them temporary
and neither having anything to do with my major. As a side-note, in the 9
months I spent in Oshkosh after
graduation, I was only employed for five of them. Rather than getting
stuck in Oshkosh ,
I decided to pack it in and start over.
Considering I'm no stranger to relocation, I started making
mental lists of things to do, and I also prepared myself to tell my friends and
then-boyfriend, who I call Jigsaw. I wanted to call him Cowboy (he was raised
on a ranch in the boondocks of Winchester, and he came to me fully decked out
in a cowboy hat and boots, and he had that irresistible Southern gentleman
charm), but I found Jigsaw more fitting (punny!) because he truly completed my
life at that point in time, and calling him Cowboy didn't quite have the
affectionate tone I was grasping for. I was 5-months graduated, and I had
finally found a long-term (albeit temporary) position. In my three-part life,
(consisting of a steady income, shelter and love), I was only missing someone
to share my success with. Jigsaw pulled everything into place.
However, not very long into our whirlwind romance, major
deal-breaking disagreements began to surface. As I've previously stated, I had
no interest in staying in Oshkosh ,
the college town of 67,000 inhabitants. Completely the opposite, Jigsaw had no
interest in ever leaving Oshkosh .
At least not for a bigger city. He pined after the life his
newly-engaged sister was building with her fiancé. They had just purchased a
house in the boonies where their nearest neighbor was a good ten-minute walk.
It came fully equipped with a barn, a few acres of land, an above-ground pool,
and the peace and quiet that only the country can offer. In addition to this,
we couldn't come to an agreement about religion. I had no problem going to
church on Sundays with him and his parents (I even went once without him!), but
we had vastly different views on how we would raise our children. It became
clear very quickly that, while Jigsaw may have been "fun for now,"
neither of us were willing to budge, and there can be no future without
compromise.
Clearly,