This guy is awesome.
Ahh, we meet again.
It seems to have been some time since I have last posted in my blog. So much has happened in the last few months that it’s hard to account for my time. Is this what old people mean when they say “don’t let life pass you by?”
I’ve moved into a new apartment (twice), killed a vehicle and gained a new one, and have finally settled into a normal routine. I had planned on giving myself time to adjust to life after college before looking but, the time has come….Let the job hunt begin.
I have signed another year-long lease to live in Gainesville so I may have limited myself to the number of jobs in my field that are attainable…but I’m seriously hoping I can find a good fit. I feel like I just can’t accept a job because it’s been offered. I want to feel wanted, like I’m going to achieve something and make a difference, and actually fit in with the company. I don’t want just a meaningless post-college job. Some say it’s being too picky; I say it just means I have standards….(kind of like dating? except I hope the results of my job search will be the exact opposite of my dating life = non-existent; perhaps not the best analogy) Moving on!
Being the sports enthusiast that I am, I can barely contain my excitement for the coming football season. I’ve been prepping for viewing parties, tailgating and fantasy football since April. Really.
I have 2 weeks PTO that I’m looking forward to using before November. I think a vacation is in order. A fun one. With a hotel. In a new city. Something I haven’t done before.
In the end, I’m sure my adventures will lead to some fascinating (and probably embarrassing) stories, like they always have in the past. I think my life should be considered a tax write-off under ‘entertainment.’ Stay tuned!
I’ve always expected that moving to a new apartment or a new city after graduation would be like embarking on a fun adventure and a chance to “discover” myself. Instead, I’ve just discovered that I have a ton of shit and I am way out of shape. Carrying a ton of boxes down a flight of stairs is not my idea of a good workout.
I’ve sold my couch, the rest of the living room furniture is going tonight, and half of my life is packed away in boxes. My rooms are almost empty, I’m eating dinner on the floor, and my new favorite past time is packing. What has my life come to?
Before I started packing I was really excited to move but now that I’m more than half way finished, this situation seems a little more melancholy. I’m not sure if it’s because the process is so tiresome and tedious or if seeing my life packed in ABC liquor store boxes really drives home the point that I’ve graduated. Done. I’m not in college anymore.
I’m sure I can’t be the only person that feels this way. My friends have the same look on their faces when they glance around at an empty room where they spent the last four years cramming for finals, celebrating success, and relaxing when there was time. No one says anything though. We just smile and make some half-hearted comment about our new lives and being adults. I think it’s something that we learned in college.
I can only hope that when I do start to move boxes out of this place, the place I consider home, and into a new apartment, that I can spare the tears. I’m not even sure I’d make it through the ceremonial last look without shedding a few.
Umm, there are only 41 days left until I graduate.
When did this happen?
It seems like I just started class a few weeks ago, Spring Break came and went, and now we are looking toward final exams and thesis papers! Holy cow.
The first part of the semester really wore me out but I just need to stay focused because the finish line is so close! I’ve pretty much stopped applying for jobs; its too much stress and I should be focusing on school. If I don’t get a job before graduation then I’m going to stay in Gainesville and work at my current job full time and keep applying until I find something. Hell, applying/interviewing for jobs is a full time job!
Sigh, 41 days….