Post-grad life is no joke. Seriously. A week after graduating from Temple I was on my way to The Big City. The Big Apple. New York, New York. I secured an internship at Us Weekly and (somehow) convinced my big cousin to let me crash at her place. Life looked good.
Please don’t get me wrong because life still looks good (great even). It’s just I don’t think I realized how much I loved the support system college offered. I took for granted having my all of my friends live within a 10 minute walk from me. I miss having a gym across the street from my building. I even miss being able to use dining halls at my dispense, and trust me, that’s saying something.
With that said, I am immensely thankful for the four beautiful years I spent at Temple University. If anyone out there is looking for a college to attend I would HIGHLY recommend checking out my alma mater, Temple. I realized a few days ago that Temple gave me the things I value most in this life. Temple gave me my best friends, my boyfriend, my education and the opportunity to pursue a career in magazines. Aside from God and my family… those are the most important parts of my life. Walking across that stage felt surreal not only because I was famished and focusing on not tripping, but because I so clearly remembered my first week on that campus. For me, it was love at first sight and now that journey is over.
I’d like to think I too know things now. I know how to write a cover letter. I know how to pass an exam I absolutely did not study for (whoops). I know how to live states away from my parents. I know how to make worthwhile friends. And more importantly, I know what to look for in friends. And above all I know a teeny tiny bit more about myself. I like to think that is my greatest accomplishment yet.
So, here’s to a summer in New York. And here’s to not letting my education end with my college degree. I have a feeling that this is only the beginning.