On contemporary culture. Part x

I am in a situation where I see my university years happily ending and the life afterwards seems to matter recently. Where will I be? will I work? who will be the people beside me?
As I said to a dear friend recently, I'd take cheap Uzo with good company over expensive cocktails on the rooftop of a luxurious hotel any day, but what would I like my life to look like? and would it be that diferent from the life that my parents live?
Well, for starters, I'd like to live in a different house than the one they live in. I wouldn't surely define it as "living alone" (I might have a roommate, for all I care) or in another town. I'd like to be able to go to trips in and out of the country. I'd like to be able to eat somethink special once in a while (same goes for drinks). I'd like to be able to sleep enough hours to wake up refreshed. I'd like to have a job close to what I've studied.
All these would be fair wishes, indeed. But, considering the country, age and situation I'm living right now, I'd like to live. And live in dignity. Not succumb to hunger. Or to my future debts. Or any fucker who believes that I have to die so his wallet can get more cash.

I am angry. and hopeful

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