{"id":1535,"date":"2019-07-19T02:52:42","date_gmt":"2019-07-19T02:52:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/excrcl.com\/?p=1535"},"modified":"2019-07-19T02:52:42","modified_gmt":"2019-07-19T02:52:42","slug":"post-college-friends","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/excrcl.com\/?p=1535","title":{"rendered":"Post-College Friends"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Social life really changes once you graduate from college. One moment, you&#8217;re surrounded by people all your own age who share the same interests and a common experience. The next, you&#8217;re in a workplace surrounded by people who are decades older than you in a town you don&#8217;t know. You lose the ease and accessibility of familiar people &#8212; just like that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I recognize that this is not the situation for all college graduates. Certainly I&#8217;m not facing such a severe case; I work with people probably all age 25 to 40, in a college town (not my own), with a few contacts in the area. I&#8217;m not completely alone. But still, when you&#8217;re used to being always around others, it can feel lonesome confronting such a great increase in alone time. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>To combat my loneliness, I haven&#8217;t turned to my peers so much as &#8220;real&#8221; adults. I just had lunch and a beer with my college career counselor and his wife. I go hiking weekly with my dad&#8217;s old work pal. I visit my high school best friend&#8217;s parents on the weekends regularly. And it&#8217;s great &#8212; it&#8217;s just strange. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>One would think I would get along with people my own age better and would rather spend time with my cohort. And it&#8217;s true that these &#8220;adults&#8221; in my life won&#8217;t be able to relate to me in every single way the way my peers would. But I find that I value spending time with people my own age just as much as people my parents&#8217; age. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I&#8217;ve always thought myself very close with my home and my parents. Naturally, we had our conflicts, particularly when I was high school. I went to college very excited for new experiences, but genuinely homesick and missing my parents regularly. As my college years went by, I came to realize that I not only missed and loved my parents &#8212; I missed and loved hanging out with them, too. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As you age and become closer to &#8220;adulthood&#8221; (whatever the heck that means), you start having more and more in common with your parents. You can sit and have a Moscow mule with them. You can talk about health care options. You can gush over your farmers&#8217; market finds together. It&#8217;s fantastic. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I like hanging with &#8220;real&#8221; adults because they&#8217;re adults that I admire and wish to emulate. And they have a heck of a lot of wisdom to share. It may seem strange, but when I consider how much I enjoy spending time with these people, I realize it&#8217;s not strange at all. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I just have to make sure I spend <em>some<\/em> time with people my own age &#8230; or I&#8217;ll become a &#8220;real&#8221; adult myself. And that would be unacceptable. \ud83d\ude09 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p class=\"text-justify\">Social life really changes once you graduate from college. One moment, you&#8217;re surrounded by people all your own age who share the same interests and a common experience. 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