It has been a while since I last posted, sorry about that. Not that anyone cares except my guilt and ego. Anyway, it will be a short post because I don’t have a lot to say. Actually, that’s a lie, I have so much to say but nothing that applies to the theme of my blog. I simply want to check in with the blogging muscles, like doing yoga after a long time without. My muscles might be tight, my breath shallow and unsteady, but we’ll work it out. The reason I haven’t been blogging, well, there are a few. One is that I am doing so much writing in other genres (yay!) This is good. Working in the evenings gives me all day to write in the solitude of my one room apartment or read in the sun at the park.
Many recent grads leave their college town for a job or life elsewhere. A new place sounds exciting at first, until you realize you don’t know anyone, your job is shitty, you have less money than you thought, and you lack real life skills. Plenty of my friends got 4.0’s in college but don’t know how to file taxes or budget money. It’s impossible to prepare for this transition from the comfy college life to the real adult world.
On top of that, we are twenty two years old. Society, especially the media, bombards us with YOLO phrases and images telling us to be young, wild, and free. We desire that lifestyle even though the reality of our lives do not permit the time for both worlds. The YOLO burden, combined with student debt and working long hours at a shitty job, cancel each other out, leaving recent college grads stressed, disappointed, and anxious.
I recently moved to Portland. It’s almost a cliché with all the buzz about Portland being a hip, environmentally conscious, artistic haven, best-place-for-any-lifestyle place. The city breeds the best bands you’ve never heard of, over 300 miles of bike lanes, Bernie Sanders fans, breweries, juice shops, and coffee bistros on every corner that serve local ingredients. It’s less expensive than San Francisco and Seattle, and home to many clean, green parks. There’s also no sales tax, legal marijuana, and a person to pump your gas for you.
“Yeah, Portland sounds pretty great.”
And it is a great city, but when everyone knows about it and decides to move there, especially young twenty-somethings like me, the transition into the hippest city in America is not so stress-free. Continue reading