Well, it's happened.
I have officially, unofficially moved from my parent's place of residence, and have finally embarked on that great journey of life which is utterly mine own.
... I made it as far as my grandmother's house.
BUT! Fear not! For I have made a move in the right direction! My recently acquired full-time job is now a whole 1/2 hour closer than before, and I fully intend on beginning my search for a small, pitiful, apartment of my own even closer still to my new vocation.
Clearly growing up is harder than it appeared at first glance.
I mean, in high school, (and yes, even in college...) I argued with myself: "Really, how hard can it be?"
The logic of a high school student:
-You graduate high school.
-You go to college.
-You take tons of super hard classes, and become totally engrossed in your studies, make a few close friends while submersed in books in the depths of the library, and graduate summa cum laude with at LEAST 5 solid job offers. Heck, even if you fail at life, you went to college. You HAVE to at LEAST get ONE job offer, right? .... riiiight....
-You take said job, whatever it may be (naturally exactly in your field of study) which is totally acceptable, albeit entry level.
-You move to that area, (with your best friends, cuz they'll obviously be living and working in the same town as you.)
-Make oodles of money and pay off all those pesky loans (you MIGHT have, but you'll have gotten TONS of scholarships, right?!)
-Get your own place.
-Get married, etc etc etc (& those three etc's is exactly how you thought of it, too.)
Anyway,
The point I'm trying to make is that chances are, nobody's life is going to turn out to their exact specifications. Life happens, and sometimes you just have to roll with it.
Look for the good that's happening in your life now:
You have a roof over your head.
Your toilet is working.
You have an occupation at all.
Your jeans are in good condition.
Except for the ones with holes...
... but those were on purpose.
