Yep, I did it! My life has been very fun/hectic the past four years and I’m so excited to take that next step. For a quick recap, the past four years include:
-Six different roommates
-Three different apartments
-“A lot” of coffee, energy drinks, and gum
-Zero regrets 😉
Graduating feels like I just jumped off a cliff into this infinite layer of the stratosphere known as adulthood. In college, your life changes a lot each semester (I like that) but at the same time you know what to expect. For me, each semester I had a new set of classes, a new internship, maybe a new apartment or another fresh thing to get used to. But after a while, you get used to getting used to things and you welcome change with open arms. You know those changes are just a matter of getting used to the professor, finding the classroom, getting to know your boss, etc. But now, I’m getting a whole new life and I pretty much have no idea what to expect.
In the end, I think that my whirlwind college life of extracurriculars, internships, restaurant jobs, studying, and all-too occasional partying felt safe. It kept me in this little cycle of academic mayhem–churning churning churning–and now I’ve just been spit out into the unknown. Don’t get me wrong: I’m not trying to be a Debbie Downer. I’m just a wee bit frightened. But never fear–I’m equal parts “freaked out” and “totally pumped” about the unknown.
In two weeks I’m moving to Boston and I don’t start my internship until June 29. I will spend the next month nesting an adorable two-bedroom apartment in Coolidge Corner, splitting the rent (an amount that lots of Upstate New Yorkers pay for mortgages) with my lovely best friend and her wonderful engi-nerd boyfriend. Between getting lost on the T and playing Rockband with the roomies I will be busting my butt at some restaurant somewhere in Boston hopefully–as all servers dream–making bank.
It will be a full month of the unknown. I’m nobody’s intern. I’m not a student. I’m not director or president or editor of any student-run club or paper or thing. I’m just me, and it’s going to be the first time since…well, like eighth grade that I have the time to embrace that.
I want to enjoy a couple of simple things that have nothing to do with my resume. I want to run along the Charles River, window shop in the Back Bay, and discover which place has my favorite New England Clam Chowder. For a short while, I want to focus on two or three things instead of seven. I want to regain my creative energy so when it comes time to put on the PR hat I can really kick some butt.
I can already feel it beginning. The fear hasn’t disappeared, but the enthusiasm is building. I don’t know every second of what the future holds, but I’m ready to start that journey.