I can remember how proud I felt when I finally graduated college. I was 26 years-old, and the only one in my family dumb enough to put that kind of debt over my head. I was excited, though, and ready to go out into the world and make something of myself.
But the world was kind of a douche.
I’ve been on a rollercoaster ride since that $30,000 piece of paper was placed in my hands. I’ve been trying to find that balance between quality and quantity. I’ve been searching for things that make me happy. I’ve been working my ass off to afford guacamole on my burrito. I’ve been politely knocking at everyone’s door, but no one has answered.
Someone finally cracked the door just enough for me to kick it in, and now I’m moving to Boston.
Time to show ’em what I’m made of.
I’m all in.