It’s been a year since I graduated from college aaaand I almost forgot. It feels like college was a lifetime ago even though I can still remember the layout of my dorm and my class schedules. But as I sat down to force myself to “reflect” on the past year, I realized that a lot of things have surprised me about the world, myself, and all that jazz.
Now that I’m a year post-grad, here are some things I wasn’t quite expecting.
I love a great deal, I love saving money, and I love being able to do these things while still having a ~fruitful life~.
For context, I got a paid internship just out of college and it later turned into my first full-time job. I commute to and from NYC and I’ve been working on saving a lot of my paycheck while still reaping the benefits of living at home for just a bit longer as I figure out my next move. So, of course, not paying rent is a huge money-saver that I’m fortunate to be able to do. That being said, there are a lot of other ways I save money.
Here is how I save money post-grad that might just inspire you to create some new habits.
I graduated about four months ago and this is the first September I can remember where I’m not in school. It’s pretty wild.
And post-grad life is… nothing like I’d imagined it would be based on television and magazines. And it’s not just me. Whether you’re a fellow recent graduate or you’ll be graduating soon, here are the truths about graduating from college and the myths about post-grad life that aren’t true. While everyone’s experiences won’t be the same, these should help you breathe a sigh of relief when your plans aren’t going…as planned.
I’m not going back to school. It’s officially starting to sink in. I’ve been in school since I was three years old and my life revolved around it — clubs, due dates, essays, exams, back to school shopping, that first day of school outfit, schedules and teachers.
This is the first year of my life that I’m not begging to go back to school shopping. It’s the first year that I’m not tirelessly deciding what to wear on that first day back.
I’ve always been someone who tried really hard in school. I always studied and handed assignments in on time. When I did poorly on exams or papers, I got genuinely upset and fell into a funk. It feels almost sad that all of those years have amounted to a single diploma…one that, now that I’m thinking about it, I’m not entirely sure where I put it.
I’m quite Type A in the sense that I like to know what’s going to happen next. I like having at least a vague sense of plans. With school, there was the structure I needed. You knew what came next. Maybe you didn’t know what school you’d end up in, but you knew what to expect. Or, at least where you were going next. It was a checklist:
