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This may be the first time since graduation in May that I've felt it all coming down. A lot of people I know felt that "Oh my gosh, I'm an adult," right after they crossed the stage, finished drinking with their parents and friends, and moved back home to find a job. Well, my new friends, I have finally found that sobering place in my heart so many college graduates have talked about. Unemployment.
Yes, I had a summer job to put off finding a real job. It was amazing. I thought that job would help me find the "real" job. It really hasn't, And not, almost two months after moving back home, for the second time in almost as many months, it's starting to suck. I mean, I'm not one to give up, honestly. But, I feel it. And I pray about it. Maybe not as much as I should, and sure, maybe the answer is "maybe not right now," but I sure as hell want it to be right now. And I've only kind of cried about it once. I still have faith. And I'm not going to say I'll lose my faith that I won't find a job.
Getting up at 10 in the morning to listen to Barbara Walters talk about what's going on in the real world I'm not a part of yet because no one will give me a chance, only to go downstairs to my mother smoking her 5th cigarette in as many minutes was not what I thought post-college life was going to be like. Was that how post-college life was for you? I hope not. Because my 10th bowl of cake batter ice cream of the day is starting to not sound as good as having a 9-5 or even a 4-11.
