My Whole Life Fits in a Duffel

Newly graduated and I have learned so much. Most importantly pieces of paper with fancy fonts, and a big seal are really expensive. It does however say I am a scientist (of talking, yay coms). The other main thing I have learned is that my life will now conveniently fit in a canvas bag with the rough dimensions of fifty inches long and twenty inches wide. I was never a physics student, but  hearing it does not compare to the feeling you get when you see your entire material existence stows into an overhead compartment.

DUF LIFE!

 As most of my friends and family know the reason for this downsizing of my extensive collection of things I don't need is due to my new (and first real world) job working in the theaters of a cruise ship. So why the nautical job? To answer I must first explain a bit about my major of study's post grad potential. 

Getting a degree in audio productions is great if you like your job prospects about as mythical as a unicorn. Sure they exist, but there's no happy unicorn farm job fair like those spoiled business douche canoes get. So us Audio warriors' best option is travel to the magical land of LA to work for one of many powerful wizards doing fetch quests FO' FREE! Don't worry you will get mad amounts of XP so you can really level up your table waiting skills. Being of a wizard hating disposition I decided to find another way to not eat everything in my parents fridge for the rest of my life (though I will miss the constant supply of expensive fruits).  This other way was a job on a cruise ship. Here is how the hiring process went:

Cruise Line: Hey Jake, you want a job where we'll pay you to do what you studied and love?

Me: That sounds pretty good

Cruise Line: Okay now what if we also pay for all your living expenses on top of paying you?

Me: My god you've already sold me. 

Cruise Line:You sure? How bout this we'll also let you travel all over the world and because you're like the coolest guy we've ever met we'll give you full benefits. and you will serendipidously meet and then consequently marry Selena Gomez.

Well, mostly like this I do have to pay for my non work related laundry. However this is not a fairy tale there is some bad: I cannot have a beard. "No beard? that's it?" I happen to be very fond of pogonotrophy and have had some form of facial topiary since I could rock a scraggly pueb-covered chin. I'm sure I'll run into more obstacles as I board and work, but the benefits of traveling the world for free, and getting paid to do what I love seem to far outweigh these, and any future detriments. 

As I write this post staring at the bag containing my life a realization has come over me (here comes the pseudo-intellectual-hipster shit, it is a blog after all.) For the first time as an adult I truly feel free. No papers to write, no homework to do, no crap part time jobs, no worries. Even the massive amount of weight of all the things I own is gone. The duffel represents how little I have lived in comparison to what is to come. That, and fifty dollars in baggage weight charges on my flight to catch my ship. BAGS FLY FREE MY ASS SOUTHWEST!