It’s been a year since I’ve graduated from college. A year. And as some of my friends graduate and my social media feeds are blown up with images of caps and gowns, my heart is filled with intense nostalgia. Naturally, I think about how mind-blowing the fact is that a year has gone by already and I reflect on what I’ve done with that time. And even more naturally, I’ve decided to blog about it.
Since walking down the hill with one of my closest friends, I’ve definitely had a roller-coaster of a year. I floundered trying to figure out what to do next and ending up applying to grad school last minute. Got rejected to all five schools. Then, in the middle of summer, got accepted into one of those schools after they received more funding. Moved 12 hours away after frantically trying to play catch-up with everything I should have done had I been accepted in March instead of July. Survived a semester of grad school. Taught and loved it. Had a resurfacing of depression so intense, I dropped out of grad school and moved back home because of it. Was unemployed for almost three months. Got a part-time job that I’m currently working at my undergraduate university and still living with my parents.Had my car break down, twice, which financially destroyed my reserves, so I’m slowly trying to build up my bank account while I search for a second job, simply to make ends meet and become fully independent. Tentatively planning a trip abroad because I know that traveling is an aspect of my life that is practically non-existent, yet I want to be more important than it is now.
And then there is the writing side of life. The end of last semester, after completing my first NaNoWriMo, I finished the third book of my trilogy. A few months later, I started adapting a screenplay into a novel which has changed shape and evolved so much, I’m going to have to completely rewrite the screenplay and might have to work on a sequel next year, for a story that was meant to be a standalone. I started using Twitter as a writing platform and entering contests there, none of which I have won but some where I’ve gotten close. I’ve formed amazing connections with other writers who have quickly turned into friends and inspirations. Even sparked a friendship with an amazing editor who has taken me under her wing, letting me help her edit a manuscript as my first paying freelance editing gig. I found beta readers and critique partners and have had a blast helping other writers improve their stories while they do the same for me. I’m almost done with my fourth book and have plans to edit two books this summer while mapping out the bones for another series I hope to start writing in the fall. Plus, going to enter the query trenches again soon, after editing. I’ve been giving my writing more time and taken it more seriously, which has been a fantastic change.
A lot has happened in my year living as a college graduate and a pseudo-adult. There have been some hardships and there have been some joys. I’ve become more of a recluse and lost friends because of it, and that is a regret I’m going to have to live with for some time. If you’re one of those friends and you’re reading this, know that I’m sorry and you deserved better. I’m failed but I’ve also grown. I’m slowly discovering the type of woman, the type of adult, I’m going to grow into and become. And I have to say, I kind of like her and that in itself is exciting. Though I miss college more than I can imagine–those papers and stressing about finals can stay in the past–I’m excited for the journey ahead. I’m excited to continue to discover what happens next as I work towards making my dreams come true and figuring out the type of person I want to be.
Here’s to another year in the real world. Though let’s be honest: most of that time I’ll be somewhere else, whether inside my head or snuggling into someone else’s pages. And I’m perfectly content with that.