Well, I graduated. Now what? Is it nice to be home? Yes. Did I enjoy getting the garden planted? Yes. Am I looking forward to getting back into shape? Yes. Am I excited for another summer at the daycamp? Yes. Am I soaking up all this extra time to read? Of course I am.
But, to be honest. My life feels a tad bit meaningless.
I’ve been applying and applying and applying to jobs, which has clearly paid off since I’ve had 3 interviews and have 2 more tomorrow. But they’re interviews. They’re not job offers. As of now, in September I’ll be subbing or figuring out some other plan to make at least a little bit of money. Those I went to high school with are off to grad school and many of friends from college have jobs already. I feel like I’m ahead of the curve as far as the people in my specific major/degree, but still so far behind in reality. I won’t lie, it’s getting to me. The uncertainty is really, truly getting to me. After the little taste of teaching I got as a student teacher, I am just so ready for my own classroom and future.
I’m sure there are a million quotes out there to tell me that I should enjoy this time before the real world comes crashing down with it’s responsibilities and expectations, but I like to have all my ducks in a row. Especially the big ones.