I haven’t written in this blog much lately. Turns out adjusting to living in a foreign country, working five to seven days a week, traveling during time off, and having a new relationship takes up a fair amount of your time. But, alas, this is what I have thought about lately.
When I first came to Germany every conversation with my mother would constantly ask about my waitress job. Do I like it, how my money do I make, what is it like working on a military base. Finally, she always sneaks in this final question, “Have you thought about going back to school or coming back to your lab job? What is your roommate doing? Is she still applying to physical therapy schools?“ After spending four years in college, taking as many credits I could fit into a semester, seeking out internships and working part time at one or two jobs at a time so I could land the benefited job I got when graduated and plan my future I have found myself in a foreign country working as a server. And, for the time being I am perfectly content with going with the flow and not planning my future, but rather letting the future, at least for a little while, work itself out. Am I just another twenty something hipster douche bag who cannot accept adult responsibility?
According to one of my costumers I am a “German ski resort bum”. Point taken. My responsibilities are work in a restaurant and then travel to all the beautiful sights I find in National Geographic or on WikiTravel. I am literally living a dream that some people spend their entire lives preparing for. While traveling the world is probably one of the best decisions I’ve made for myself, student loans and unexpected bills fall into my lap. I can’t help but panic that it may be longer than I expected before I can actually afford to come home.
The New York Times published an article about my generation around the time I moved overseas, “What is it about Twenty Somethings?”. The article first argues that our generation is a bunch of lazy snots that didn’t get enough discipline from out parents and therefore can’t handle ourselves in the big bad real world. It then goes on to argue that maybe our generation deserves a little bit of credit as we are wise to wait to get married, have kids, buy a house and hit all the major mile stones of the American Dream. Precisely, who is this romanticized, uncommitted, worry free, twitter loving, hipster, pot smoking twenty something, anyway? And does this worry free narcissistic hipster actually exist? For the most part, no, I don’t think so.
Moving to an air base I’ve met a variety of twenty something’s that have been left out. Anyone who has joined the military are ignored. Those who are married, have kids, and work long days to survive a weak economy are ignored. Those with a myriad of debt in their youth are ignored. Looking at my friends, many of them are still in serious committed relationships, work to pay their bills, and simply will not be able to afford the American dream for years to come. Perhaps, then, we aren’t living in the clouds and procrastinating just for the fun (well, maybe, partially for the fun of it) of it but see the job market and American dream for what it is. That is, it is no longer guaranteed. So, we take advantage of opportunities as they come, whether those opportunities are a job, travel, participating in social change, a relationship, family, or something else. We work as hard as we can to make ends meet. Finally, we try not worry about whether our decisions fit into the ideals that the previous generation had for us. If that makes us apathetic and narcissistic, so be it.
Or, Here’s an even more eloquent explanation than my own of my generations inability to “grow up”.
The next post will have pictures, I promise.