I’m at lunch with a group of other young entrepreneurs. All of us have graduated from college in the past two years and all of us are in the process of starting our own businesses. Lunch starts with Arnold Palmers, chips, salsa and the usual exchange of updates on the progress, challenges and frustrations we are all facing in building our businesses. Somewhere between finishing my sweet potato fries and starting in on my chicken burrito the conversation at the table does an about face.
The new subject is the past: college, or rather missing college life. Every person at the table has a tale to share, whether it is looking longingly at Facebook photos of their younger friends back at school for the new year or simply reminiscing on the craziest date dash they ever went on. As the summer draws to a close I see a new fear in the faces of all my post-graduate friends. What’s next?
“The weekends are so much shorter with out Friday’s off.”
“Where are we going to find girls now?”
“There’s a pre-rush party at the 9-0 tonight, do you think I could go and pretend I’ve got another year left?”
Am I a martian?
Maybe it’s because I graduated more than a year ago. Maybe it’s because I have already worked for more than a year. Maybe it’s because my social life at NYU didn’t consist of fraternities and sororities, rushing and hazing, date dashes and exchanges. Whatever it is I couldn’t bring myself to share a story of college nostalgia.
It’s not that I don’t miss college. I loved my classes, loved my four years in New York and semester in Europe. I can confidently say, with the exception of the last year I spent working, these were the best times of my life thus far. But I am determined and convinced that my college years will not be the best years of my entire life. Instead of looking back nostalgically, I prefer to look forward hopefully. Building a business, success, travel, adventure, writing, falling in love, learning, growing, constantly seeking the next challenge.