A week ago today, I received my first post-graduate job offer. I’ve always imagined that moment to be one of pure bliss and happiness, one in which I can taste my freedom coming right around the corner. Unfortunately, my reaction was not one I expected, or anyone else for that matter. Nope, I went into full-blown panic mode.
It wasn’t that I wasn’t excited about the opportunity or didn’t want the job. Rather, it was my fear of what was next. The big scary word that we all talk about, think about, dream about all our lives, but run screaming from once its our turn.
Lets face it, despite our constant groans and exclamations of how we “just can’t wait to grow up” every time we hit some sort of youth-related glass ceiling, the prospect is scary. Real life, adulthood, is scary. But at the same time, it’s so unbelievably exciting. I can’t wait to clip coupons, do my own laundry, earn my own living, and even go to sleep by 10 PM on a Tuesday (yes I know, at the moment this may seem unheard of). Most of all, I can’t wait to see where this journey takes me next!
As I stand on the edge of the cliff ready to take the jump, I have come to a seemingly obvious conclusion: I’m not the only one. This blog will follow my adventures as I endure my last few weeks living at home with my family (hi mom and dad!) and deal with the beauty and growing pains of post graduate life.