So, I'm a college graduate. Everyone keeps saying "Congratulations" but, what is so exciting when you are leaving your friends, not coming back to a place where you are comfortable, and jobless?
Today I moved the last of my junk from my apartment. Sure, it was bittersweet, but, it was also a sense of closure. This year was not the fantastic senior year that I had hoped for. It was actually a trainwreck from day one. I can't say I'm surprised that when I ended up with a concussion on the first day of mentor training, the year would be a load of poo. It was honestly not even just one specific thing. The new apartment that I was ecstatic about was no comparison to the older Concord that I lived in last year. There were just small things that were different that I knew I would never grow to like. My classes were NO fun. I thought senior semesters were supposed to be a breeze. HA. I have never struggled so much in school, but still managed to come out on top.
So, back to moving out, I can't say I was too heartbroken about it. I kept myself busy by packing non-stop, and waiting until last minute to do so. I closed my door, locked it, and didn't look back. I guess that closing the apartment door was the closure I needed to know that even though this year was not great, the future would be.
I can't say that I have a career yet, but I am employed full time -- job searching is a full time job. I've had interviews months ago that still haven't gotten back to me, I'm still deciding on a grad school, and I'm not settling for anything less that what I want.