Dear Recent Graduate of the University of I-Wish-I-Could-Go-Back,
You’re FREAKING out — or maybe you’re not because you are off to some grad/law/certificate/school and if so, you’re not freaking out yet.
But you’re freaking out because you don’t know what to expect. For the last 20 years of your life, since your mommy dragged your diapered baby powered butt to Mommy-and-Me, you have been told what to do, where to go, and for how long. You probably even spent the last four years getting prepared for the “real world” by going to college to learn the inside outs of some textbook major juxtaposed with learning the exotic taste of mixed drinks at a grungy bar and the detailed anatomy of you-know-who.
And now you’re here. Living back at home in your childhood twin sized bed, terribly wall papered room, suffocated by boxes of memories and nags from your mom like, “So, did you…
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