So I’ve been out of school for almost two months now. A fast two months.

And the only thing I have to show for those two months is a wrecked car (that has been newly fixed) and three rejection e-mails from employers.

So far, the post college life hasn’t been full of success.

That being said, I’m not discouraged . . . yet.

In another two months, give or take a few days, I’m heading to Boston. Why? Honestly, just to get out of the same small-town I’ve been in for the past 14 years. Not that I’ve been counting.

But as the days tick down to the moving date, I’m starting to feel that pit in my stomach. The dread of having to leave the safe familiarity of home for the unknown.

And then I start thinking of all the worries.

I worry people won’t come visit me. I worry I won’t make friends. I worry that I’ll hate the city.

But most of all, I worry that I won’t find a job. And then I won’t be able to pay my rent. And then I’ll be homeless.

And then . . .

That’s just the self-pity talking. Mostly, I’m excited. But I am going to miss all of my friends. My family too. But that’s all normal.

And I really have no idea where I’m going with this post exactly.

But don’t worry. They won’t all be like this.

Some will be about movies I see. Some about sights. Some about interactions with crazy people. A few about my cooking and baking adventures.

A lot will probably be about the ridiculous amount of Netflix I watch. Does someone want to pay me to watch tv shows and review them? Because I would be awesome at that.

So my next post will probably be about my favorite tv shows.

Look forward to that.