My name is Jane. I turned 26 this past November. I graduated last May with a BA in Linguistics, a minor in Anthropology, and a Teaching English as a Second/Foreign Language Certificate. It took me a while to get these kind of credentials because I wanted to find a field that I truly appreciated, and not one that I could just do for money. Years later, I have gotten experience with teaching, tutoring, and working in the retail, museum collections fields and with management positions, and a lot of special academic training. I’ve worked to put myself through college. Sounds good right?
However, it’s been tough finding a full time job since I have graduated, or a job even remotely related to my field [and I have been heavily applying to all kinds of jobs]. Nothing but empty interviews, or no call backs at all, even internships have been hard to come by. I know it has only been 7 months since I have graduated, and I know many people go a year or two without getting a job right away because of America’s current financial state. I understand it’s not going to be easy.
I’ve been finding that it just gets harder. As you grow older, you know the usual happens, you are supposed to land a job and then get your own place and pay a whole lot of bills. Well, I have a confession, I still live with my wonderful parents [wonderful in my eyes], my younger brother, my kid brother and my two dogs. Sounds pleasant, sounds like I’m spoiled and mooching. Yes, and no, but yes. I just pay for my car, and I pitch in with the bills when I can. However, I’m just working a retail job for now that pays a few bucks above minimum [thanks to all my experience] and what I manage to make by taking everyones unwanted hours I put towards the 2 credit cards and the student loan I used to help me get through college. Then, my damn car takes up $60 a tank for gas [get an economy car everyone!]. Yeah, paying for life isn’t easy. I know it could be worse
So, it does. My parents are/have been losing the fight to keep paying for the home we live in, so they had to file bankruptcy a year-or-so back. We live in a nice gated community that resides in the middle of one of San Diego’s older-ghettos, I mean it’s being converted to a nicer neighborhood or I should say gentrification is taking place. I digress, Well, my mother stepped up and decided to make her own home care company which is brand new and doing well, she did so to help keep up with the bills, car maintenance, and mortgage. However, another bump came up and her bankruptcy claim said they would take our home away since she has an income now [and income which still isn’t enough to pay everything off]. So, she might have to give up this company or we lose our house from her making money [instead of us not keeping up with payments]? My dad, well he’s in the navy, and most of his money goes to the house as well, and his own medical bills for his type 1 & 2 diabetes treatments, and to paying for my grandpa’s medical bills for his cancer treatments, and for extra things he likes to lavish his father with [I get why]. Somehow, my parents money combined isn’t enough, so I have been pitching in every now and then if they needed, but what I offer isn’t enough.
I don’t mind pitching in, but then there’s my life, my story, which is still in the process of being made. I’m not the youngest story teller y’know at a barely youthful 26, but I really need to save up money to go on my journey. I have plans to move to Oregon, and experience a different lifestyle from my 26 years here in sunny San Diego. I’m waiting on my significant one to graduate this semester, and we plan on trying [as in I am trying] to save up some money by May 2014 and be out of here. I need to clear my mind, restart, and begin the growing process again. But, I’m heart broken and torn about helping my family, and helping myself. I know I’m not the only one out there going through this, but it really helps to get it all out.
I’m dealing with post college transition, finding a full time job, saving up to move out, helping my parents pay bills, coping with the idea of possibly losing our home, dealing with my parents struggling marriage due to family stress like my dads health issues, and my grandpa suffering from cancer, and making sure my younger brothers are doing well, and supporting my artist boyfriend. I have a brother in college, and one who just started high school; I would love to help them out with things they may come across. I want to be reassured that everything will be okay, but life is inevitable. I will never know. What can I do to feel better? Not much, not really anything. You just hope, you complain, and get everything off of your chest, and take it one day at a time. I’m not in a good place right now, but I’m working on find one. Thank you interweb for your time.
— Pablo Picasso
Anonymous: You are such a hard worker you deserve to do whatever the hell it is you want to do, let nothing hold you back, thoughts, ideologies, people.
Wow, whoever you are, thank you for the support. You just added a little pep to my step!
With a hangover that quaked my brain
Sleeping with my friend Jane to keep me sane
I know I’ll be alright (I know I’ll be alright)"
— Good Times - NeverShoutNever
People always say “life is too short to….” Is it though? Naw, it’s unpredictable. You may be doomed to live to be more than 100, and you may die tomorrow. I like to hope that I’m one of those people who will croak when I’m at least 100 years old. Because of my hope, I have a lot of things in life to consider. I still refuse to have a “career.” One job until I die sounds like jail. One hobby perfected, sure, but just one hobby forever, no way! I’ll have to try at least 1000 different hobbies before I die. One love… well… ehh I’ve had my fair share of dating, so I think I’m done with that. But, yeah.. okay I’ll say there’s probably just one love for me, but if he dies 20 years short of my 100 year mark.. who knows right? I’m always hoping and looking towards something new. I just can’t let life get stale if I’m going to live to 100. Let life be climatic, drop when you’re dead.