The other day my friend and I were bored so we checked out the children’s section in Borders. We had a lot of fun reminiscing through books like “Madeline” and “Curious George.” Then we came to Dr. Seuss and all of his wondrous contributions to our childhood. My friend pulled out “Oh, the Places You’ll Go,” which, thanks to my vast knowledge of useless trivia, I know, was written for graduates. Being pretty recent college grads, we decided to break it open and take a gander. Who knew it’d be even more poignant than “Green Eggs and Ham?”

“The Waiting Place…for people just waiting. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting. Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting.”

It was then I realized, I’ve taken up permanent residence in the waiting place. I still live at home because I can’t afford to live on my own. I’m no longer in school. I’m just waiting for my life to start. And I’m not the only one.

My friends are all back home from school. My single friends hate being home with only the same guys from high school to choose from at our one local bar. My coupled friends hate that they’re away from their boyfriends.

My boyfriend is doing the same thing. We’re all just waiting for the catalyst in our lives. The problem is, what does that mean for us? Is our relationship in the waiting place too?

I guess nobody really knows where their relationships are going. But they have an idea. I have no idea what’s coming up next for us. Don’t get me wrong, it’s good. I foresee no problems on the horizon. But that’s because I can’t see anything! Will we be moving in together? Will we just move closer to each other? Is this really going anywhere or are we just stuck in the waiting room together?

To be frank, the waiting room sucks. It sucks waiting for a job, it sucks living at home and it really sucks waiting to see where my relationship is headed. I know I should just put on my blinders and just see where life takes us but it’d be great to have some insight into our future. Especially since in every other facet of my life, the future is hazy at best.

For now, the waiting place is all I can see. But it’s nice to have someone sitting next to you, looking forward to your name to be called.