More Than a Job

I often find myself starting an entry by explaining what the weather feels like against my skin. Right now, it feels like a slow-moving, cool, muck, unlike the recent hot stuff we've been experiencing as of late. When I woke up at 7am this morning and walked into my living room, I wondered why I cannot find anything else to write about. I plopped next to my dog who then got up and ran away. The beauty of life and expressing it through writing is that there are so many things to write about; I can never decide which one of these things will shine through the rest. Even so, as I write this, I occasionally open a new tab in my browser and look at my usual websites. Have I become indifferent towards the things in my life? Or am I unable to decide which things in my life are more important?

One of the biggest things in my life has happened recently. When I interviewed for the job of my dreams, they asked me why I wanted the position. I remembered the time I finished Kingdom Hearts and how the message of that video game stuck with me for years. I remember the empowerment I felt when I learned about the Civil Rights movement -- watching college kids, just a few years older than me at the time, standing up for something they believed in. When I applied to Champlain, I knew it was something that I wanted to do, but I questioned whether or not it would satisfy me academically. I asked myself, "Do I really want to make video games instead of helping the world?" This job opportunity has allowed me to fulfill all aspects of my life; I can make a video game, and help make some parts of the world a better place. I truly want to become a citizen of the world, not just a citizen of the United States. Globalization is happening, and people thousands of miles away are really going to start impacting those that are nowhere near them.

I told a friend of mine that this was the best thing that has happened to me. She replied with, "No. Serge is." I understood where she was coming from at the time, and in many ways Serge is an incredible part of my life, but he didn't "happen to me". He and I grew with time, and I made an effort, instead of passively allowing it to happen. We happened to each other in a very non-happened-ish kind of way, I suppose. When she said that to me, I hadn't really thought everything through, but I stick by with my response. I told her that she is right, and that getting on the UN project was, instead, the "biggest thing to happen to me."

It's my last day in Sharon, my last day of work, and I'm just taking it all in -- through a stuffy nose, of course.