Its officially been a month since graduation as of today. One month since I moved in to a “real” apartment, since I’ve been on my own and since everything changed.
It isn’t everything I hoped it’d be.
My main issue? I have way more free time than any normal human being should have.
The past few years, aka “the college years,” I’ve had a million things on my plate. Between being second in command at the school newspaper, an internship, classes, volunteer work and a semi-frequent social life, I never had a free moment. I embraced boredom because it meant I had a second to take a nap.
Now I’ve fallen into a streak of unwanted normalcy.
I get up. I go to work. I go home.
This is the part where you say, “Ellen, you need a hobby.”
And you would be right. Sure, I’ve got tons already: I wrote a song last week, I’ve started writing a new novel that’s sure to be absolute rubbish and, if you couldn’t tell by my adjective choice, I’ve watched a ridiculous amount of British movies. But I need something new.
This is where you suggest something. Do it. I know you want to.
PS- I’m joining the YMCA this week. If nothing else, at least I’ll be able to swim and pretend that I exercise every once and a while.
I’ll leave you with this Taylor Swift song because I’ve been feeling 22. Or maybe just 21.