8 months

So as many of you may know, my post-college life has developed in a way that I did not completely expect. Remember when all I could think about was getting into the Peace Corps? My whole world revolved around my internship, finishing college, and becoming a professional volunteer. For some reason I used to be under the impression that I would be happy to leave college and move on with my life. Well, as August wraps up, it seems like an important and dependable part of my life is somehow missing. This is the first August in 17 years that I won’t be buying new notebooks, mechanical pencils, textbooks, and binders in preparation of another school year. This is also the first time it has hit me just how important academic work has been in my life. I almost envy Laurissa for being able to return to a school this fall. Almost.

My life seems to be defined by one word. Transition. In the last 8 months I have applied for the Peace Corps and decided not to join. I’ve moved into and out of 3 different apartments. I’ve finished an internship and graduated from college. I’ve started a full time social work job which means I have to get used to a new commute, new co-workers, new policies, and new clients. I’ve met, fell in love with, and moved in with the man I want to be with forever. I’ve said hello and goodbye to friends and family. Transitions, transitions.

I used to have a pretty clear picture about how my post college life would be. While it hasn’t all been a carefree and easy road, I can honestly say that I am happy. All I can see right now is pure potential. My life is what I make it and I aim to create a masterpiece.