My Favorite View

If you take the elevator to the top floor then climb two flights of stairs you reach the top patio of Adrian’s apartment complex. From there, you can climb a tiny medal latter up another flight, hop a wall and open your eyes to a breathtaking view of the city I call home, Montevideo, Uruguay.

This place, this view is where an average Jane like me turns into a philosopher as I begin to ask myself age old questions about life and ponder about how far I’ve come and what it is I want next.

It’s never easy to figure out what the next step is in life. I’m starting to think that after you graduate from college it’s just an endless battle of worrying about what’s next, where you “should be” in life or what you “should have accomplished”. Sometimes I feel as if I am futilely shouting at the top of my lungs “it’s what makes you happy is what is most important in life!” and the flood of noise that drowns out my voice is the sound of those “shoulds” and “should nots”…

It’s hard to believe how happy I am right now. Maybe I “should” be continuing my studies or working in a job that pays a decent wage but there is always time, and if I waste energy thinking about what I should or shouldn’t do I’m going to miss out on all of the fun right now. This all may sound cliché but I honestly don’t care if it means I’m happy. This doesn’t mean I want to avoid all responsibilities and throw all cares to the wind. Actually, I feel like what I am throwing to the wind is an imaginary checklist constructed by society that says I have to have this and that by such an age. Living in Uruguay for a few years was never on the checklist but I know it’s the right thing to do for now.