It’s been a while since I’ve written a post for this blog. Trust me–I didn’t forget about it. It’s just been a crazy busy past couple of months (okay, more like nine months), and a lot has changed. And one week ago, on May 16, 2014, I became a college graduate.
You have your whole childhood, your whole adolescence and teenage years waiting for this moment. From the minute you can babble words that probably don’t even make sense, you are waiting for this moment. From pissing your pants in pre-k, to multiplying single digits in 4th grade, to awkwardly trying to impress your crush in 7th grade, you are waiting for this moment, even if you don’t realize it. And then the pressure is on in high school, and you graduate, and you enter college scared yet excited and you realize midway through that these are the best years of your life and you never want to leave.
But you have to.
And then the moment gets here, you shake hands with a bunch of people and walk across a stage and it’s done. It’s over.
So here I sit, a week after graduation, at home in the bedroom that I grew up in, unemployed, just… waiting. Still. Just waiting for the next moment. The next chapter. And that’s all I can do right now, even if I don’t know what’s next, even if that uncertainty scares me half to death.
(*Ahem* So about those job applications I’ve sent out…)