The morning after I graduated high school, I left on a plane bound for Alaska. Since then I have seldom been home: two weeks before school starts, two weeks at Christmas, two weeks before the next adventure.
So part of coming home involves various appointments and waiting in outdated, drab waiting rooms, reading outdated, drab magazines. Dentist. Gynecologist. Optometrist. Open your mouth, legs, eyes.
The questions invariably arise once I am vulnerable to their probings. Just graduated college, huh? English major? Huh. Whatcha gonna do with that? Teach? I make muffled, noncommittal noises. Stall. Lie.
Make an appointment for a year down the road. Wherever that road leads.
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