Post Grad Struggles

I always thought graduating college was going to be the beginning of my adult life. Technically it has been, but since graduating back in December, I feel like my life has actually taken a standstill.

I haven’t gotten a job yet, I don’t have my own car (I still share one with my sister, and it doesn’t even have a working speedometer so I drive it as infrequently as I can manage), and I’ve moved back in with my parents.

None of this is the ideal post college life, but it isn’t an uncommon situation either. I still have an apartment back in the town I went to school, but it’s a true college town and wouldn’t have done me any good to stay there looking for work. So while that lease is running out I’ve been back in Texas living at home. It’s crowded and I feel like I’m back in high school, or spending my summer break at home, not like a college graduate.

I’ll admit I’ve only applied to roughly 20 jobs since graduating, so I can’t really complain about how long it’s taking, or that I haven’t even gotten an interview anywhere. I’m not putting my all into it, and the current state I’m in reflects that. I’ve considered just applying to a graduate program or figuring something else out, but all of this lackluster energy stems from the fact that even with a degree under my belt I still don’t really know what I want to do with my life.

I want to ultimately be an author, but I know that won’t pay the bills anytime soon or in large enough amounts to be what I live on. Starting last week I have been making a little money, though it involves working at my mom’s preschool, which is what I did during summers in college and isn’t a long-term option.

Overall, I’m beginning to worry that my friends will be graduating in May and getting jobs before I do, and it doesn’t help that I have a friend with the same major who also graduated with me in December and had a job lined up and has been working since January.

I have to remind myself, and others should remind themselves, too, that everyone operates at a different pace. Am I happy with my pace? No. Are my parents happy with it? Absolutely not. I have to navigate my mom’s frustrations with me and my dad’s complaining about three of his children still living at home when one is 27 and the other two are 21 with college degrees.

But I also understand the importance of not making a mistake with my life, of not pushing myself into a miserable career because I applied to every random job that popped up. My major was Strategic Communications, I have seen a lot of jobs and heard a lot of horror stories to know I don’t want to stumble into a “communications” job that is actually sales or telemarketing, I’d be miserable.

Another post grad limitation? The indecisiveness on whether to relocate or not. I’m terrified of living on my own nowhere near family or friends. That same fear affected by college decisions and it’s affecting my post college decisions, too. But even in a place like Dallas it’s limited on job opportunities, so I go back and forth on whether or not to apply to jobs in other states.

I just wanted to write this all out this week, not because it really makes a difference, but because writing it down helps eliminate some of the stress, and even though nothing I’ve written will help someone else deal with post grad struggles, hopefully it’ll help to know it’s not just one person’s experience.


Antique Mall and Bonding with Cows

     Antique mall and cows (3)

     The other day I was hanging out with Autumn and my best friend, Jordan for one of my last days in Stillwater until the New Year. We were eating at Boomerang Diner when I mentioned that I wanted to go window shopping. Turns out Jordan’s favorite store is the Antique Mall, which was maybe a hundred feet from where we were eating, so we went to look around. Antique mall and cows (1)

     May I just say, that I’m one of those snobby people who feels weird shopping at a thrift store, and honestly even after our visit I still wouldn’t be tempted to go clothes shopping there. However, I had so much fun exploring the two floors of nick knacks and old records. After seeing the record section, I was actually reminded to text my brother and ask which vinyls he wants for Christmas.

     There was also a section for books, which I stopped myself from actually going into. I got up the landing and was staring at the first shelf, and I felt overwhelmed and just knew I’d have to come back and devote an entire day to searching the shelves. As it was, Jordan and Autumn had already moved on to a different section and I didn’t want to end up lost.

  Antique mall and cows (2)   We spent probably an hour searching through the store, and one of my favorite things I found was a box full of old post cards. Some were blank, but there were a few that had been written on and sent, and it was fascinating getting to read the dates and information on them. A lot of the cards were from the 40s and I instantly felt the need to go somewhere and send a postcard to my family, who knows, maybe in seventy years someone will come across it.

     The Antique Mall wasn’t our only adventure that day. I wasn’t ready to go home so Autumn suggested we just drive around for a while. The last time we did that we ended up in Ponca City on a random Sunday, so this time Autumn made sure to let me know we weren’t going that far. However in her quest to avoid Ponca City, we ended up cutting down a road marked “Cemetery” and got semi-lost on a backwoods dirt road. Antique mall and cows (4)

     Good news though! Jordan insisted we pull over and take pictures with all the cows we kept driving by. I hopped out and ran for the fence, only to sadly be told by Autumn that cows are skittish, as was proven when they all made a run for it. Jordan and I still stopped to take pictures in the road, all the while listening to Autumn honk at us. We did eventually get back in the car and head home, but not before stopping for some Cinnabon. After all, adventures always leave a girl hungry.


Finals Week and Visiting Knoblock & Co.


Jars at Knoblock & Co. in Stillwater, Okla.

Hey guys! This week is finals week at my college, which means a lot of stress, tears and caffeine. Luckily for me, those things are actually being kept to a minimum, because I only have three tests, and after tomorrow I’ll be done with my semester.


Hand soap at Knoblock & Co. in Stillwater, Okla.

After my American Literature exam this morning, I met up with my co-campus correspondent for Her Campus , and we passed out some goodies around campus. After taking a food break, we decided to do some shopping around Stillwater. I visited some places here in my quant little college town that I’ve never been into before. Like Knoblock & Co. which smelled amazing the second we stepped inside.

Knoblock is essentially candle heaven, and they had the cutest little hand soaps and wooden postcards. The layout of the store was beautiful and I couldn’t help but take pictures. I’ll definitely need to go back next time I’m looking for a candle or cute trinket. Especially when it comes time to decorate my apartment for next semester.


Books and soap at Knoblock & Co. in Stillwater, Okla.

The building is also and amazing green color that Hannah insisted on having her picture taken in front of. If you want to check out the OOTD pictures I took for her you can visit her blog, Fe Fi Fo FHannah.

Overall it was an exciting day exploring some of the shops in Stilly that I haven’t been to in the last two years of living here. I’ve definitely been inspired to go window shopping and exploring more often.


Identical but Still Individual

Recently I met a new friend. He thinks me and my identical twin sister are the same person. I can tell that most of what he says is made in jest, but it got me thinking about how people view twins. They see us as copies of one another with nothing separate to offer. I’ve often heard, “If you know one, you know both”. But that is far from true. Both my sister and I, as well as every set of twins I’ve met, has been different.

Autumn (left) and Savannah (right) in September 2014.

Autumn (left) and Savannah (right) in September 2014.

My sister has never won a spelling bee, or a science fair. I’ve never sang a song I wrote in front of a room full of people. I’ve never been asked to Homecoming with the whole school watching and she’s never dislocated her kneecap at a high school football game. We may be identical, but we are far from the same.

It’s a long list, the things we don’t have in common. We played different instruments in school, her oboe and me trombone. Her favorite color growing up was pink and mine was yellow. But the real difference, what makes us individuals, is in the way we view the world. She is a realist, I’m a dreamer. She’s believes in the practical, I’d rather cast it aside and figure it out as I go. She has never felt the overwhelming need to take a picture of her friends as they laugh at some small thing, I’ve never been without that need. She walks around the house singing at all hours, I can’t hold a tune and reserve singing for the shower. Our differences lie in the tiny things we do every day without even thinking of them. They are the things our friends make fun of us for, and our parents constantly complain about.

We may be identical twins, but we have completely different perspectives to offer the world. We have vastly differing hopes, and we dream in vivid colors that don’t match. Two people are not as simple as their physical appearance. Just as we are told not to judge a book by its cover, and to see every one we meet as a special person with something unique to offer, twins go deeper than matching faces.

I know most people don’t think twice about this. They see twins and see two of the same person. Or they make a game out of learning how to tell twins apart. I’ve often had new friends take turns guessing which twin I was, and they get excited when they finally get it right on the first try. I’ve also had people see that we’re identical and never go beyond that. They assume everything about us is a copy of the other. Even though we speak differently, both the sound of voices, and the words we choose to use. We say pecan differently, and differ on food in almost every other aspect too. She loves mushrooms and black olives, while I hate them. She doesn’t eat spinach but I’ll eat a bowl in under a minute.

It’s these seemingly unimportant things that make us who we are, just like they do with every other person on the planet. So as an identical twin, I beg you the reader to see twins less as an oddity and to instead see us for the individuals we are. We are identical, but we are also individual.