This is adulthood?

I did it! I graduated.

That’s me!

Well, kind of. I am in the process of taking summer classes to finish up my degree, but the end is SO close! I am looking for a job, planning for my future, and wrapping up all of the loose ends I have left in good ol’ Norman, Oklahoma. My life should be at its breeziest point right now and that is what terrifies me. THIS is the good life? Paying bills and only drinking sociably on the weekends and paying taxes. I don’t think I want to be an adult just quite yet. Also, where did all of my people go, the ones who left Campus Corner with me at 3am? What about the ones who spent endless all-nighters with me in the library? Oh yeah, and what is up with my pals who were never going to be a part of the system, who were always going to stick it to the man? Where are they now? They are engaged, or already married and having babies. They are creating little humans they are going to be responsible for, forever. They are getting promotions at their office jobs and wearing suits to work and cutting their hair into those tragic business (wo)man styles. They lived in the bubble that was college, and as soon as it was over, *POP* went the bubble and functioning members of society they all became.

And then there’s me.

I guess some of you don’t know all of the details of my oh-so-fabulous life, so I’ll bring you up to speed. I’m 22 years young, and am about to (FINALLY) graduate from the University of Oklahoma with a degree in Communication and a minor in Women’s and Gender Studies. I have already walked across the stage, so these classes that I am taking are just to get me that $160,000 piece of paper. I am moving home to live in my parent’s house, with my parents, two dogs, and my 86-year-old grandmother. The perks of living at home are grand: home-cooking, play time with my puppies, and I don’t even have to pay rent. The downfall: I’m living with my parents. There isn’t anything terribly wrong with my parents, but everyone who has ever moved away from home and come back, even just for a visit, knows how off-balance it makes your own personal world. There aren’t going to be any late-night rendezvous held at my house, that is for sure. As for work, I am not required by the parental units to get a job until July, but that doesn’t mean I am free of work-related stress. Finding a job is 100% more stressful than the stresses of the job itself.

Let me paint a picture for y’all. I applied for a job and received the opportunity to partake in a phone interview. The interview started at 1:00 and was supposed to last for thirty minutes. I ended the call at 1:08. Needless to say, I knew I didn’t get the job. They had ended the conversation on a hopeful note, but anyone knows that if you are in an interview less than ten minutes long, you aren’t what they are looking for. The reason I wasn’t hired on to this company was because I did not have any experience with a program called Raisor’s Edge. The question I keep repeating, and also keep hearing from my fellow graduates, is how I am going to receive the experience I need for this field if no one gives the job so I can earn experience? It’s a frustrating journey, but I know once I land that first big-kid job, things will get better. As for my love life, it’s pretty much non-existent. Hopefully, things will improve once I find my bearings in Ft. Worth. We’ll see how it goes…

Stay tuned, friends, and enjoy this journey with me.

   “In time, things will fall right into place.”