The Worst Part of My Day

Okay, at the risk of sounding like a broken record-- life is positively great (I know, the title of this post is awfully deceiving, then, isn't it?).  I was on a long run with my good friend Andrew yesterday (we're training for a half-marathon in a couple weeks), and we were discussing how funny life can be-- and where we both find ourselves in life at present.  I know I've said it before, but I'll say it again-- a year ago, I never expected to be where I am today.  I had clear specifications on where I did want to be, and this was definitely not it.  I'm writing this post from my bedroom in an apartment complex just a mile from WMU campus (and, by the way, this complex, as well as all the others nearby, basically student housing... I might be the only non-student residing here).  I just got back from my friends' apartment, to which I took a short walk to acquire some blank paper for one of my roommates (he's doing homework and has no printer paper).  Getting ready for bed, since I've got to be up early for work in the morning at Pfizer (where my sister and brother-in-law both work).  Okay-- right there, three strikes against what I originally wanted.  And please, if you're involved in one of these strikes, do not be offended; hear me out.

1) I absolutely did NOT want to work at Pfizer, much less Pfizer in Kalamazoo.  Sure, I was glad my sister worked there, but I wanted to start my own life and not "mirror" hers.
2) I did NOT want to live near campus.  What was I looking for?  A quiet room for rent in the outskirts of Kalamazoo, or possibly in Portage.  Away from the silly college life.
3) I did NOT want to make friends with a bunch of college students.  College was over for me; I was entering the corporate world.  I wanted to go to sleep at a reasonable hour and wake up at a reasonable hour, and get to work without wondering what my friends were doing.

Ah, how things turned out so sweetly.  Here I am, working at Pfizer (and loving it-- especially the fact that my sister works there with me-- I can communicate with her really easily at any point in the day).  I'm glad I live near campus, and near downtown-- there's cool shops, restaurants, bars, etc.  And I love my apartment complex-- I love living in a place where I'm surrounded by other people my age.  At any given moment, you're within walking distance of a) someone you know and want to spend time with, or b) someone you can meet (yes, I mean making new friends...) and spend time with.  And there's my segue into my third point.  My dearest friends here are all college kids.  They're not so bad :)  I might even keep them around for a while.

So there's a quick snapshot into my life.  I've been spending much of my time cooking/ baking for my roommates and other friends (something I love!), which may play a part in why I'm so happy to be living where I'm living.  I can bake anything, anytime, and find someone to eat it with me.  Ah, life is sweet.

Life is sweet, yes, even though there are a few sour patches scattered throughout.  Sure, I've hit a few speedbumps here and there, but I can't complain.  As a matter of fact, i was thinking today about the most difficult parts of my last week here in Kalamazoo. Let's see... Saturday, I went to the health food store and spent 2 hours really concentrating on picking out different spices to buy.  Today, I was at the store for about 30 minutes, perplexed while deciding which shampoo/ conditioner to buy. 

Thinking back on that, I conclude that if the worst part of my day is my being perplexed while buying spices or shampoos, then I've got it pretty good.  My life rocks.  Fact.