I'm not really sure where to begin in writing this, and my apologies for getting serious on a Monday. I've been keeping things very light on the blog for some time now, but it doesn't feel very truthful or transparent considering what I've been battling internally. This is not meant to be a pity party or anything of that sort, just a way for me to let off some pressure in my mind.
A year ago today, I jumped on a plane to London to backpack through Europe for 4 weeks {and it turned out to be the most amazing adventure!}. A year and a week ago from now, I walked across the stage at commencement and finalized my college graduation. At the time, I had the highest of expectations for my future. I dreamed of a fulling, independent lifestyle and came to expect it of the real world. Now, I'm still cautiously optimistic about what my future holds, but the reality I've faced this year is nothing like what I imagined I would. All of you who have been in the 'real world' for years are smiling and nodding along.
The year {beginning when I came back from Europe} started off innocently enough. Things were off to a slow but good start as I sat comfortably in my student loan grace period. Come December, I began paying monthly student loan bills. Yikes. If you're like me and have a hefty sum of student loans, you understand the pain of paying back your loans by the hundreds each month. This was all fine and good until I hit a major bump in the road in the middle of February. A shift in hours at work meant I had to take on a second job to make ends meet, and even then was not - and still am not - as financially stable as I was prior to the shift.

