Not everyone I'm "friends" with is getting engaged, of course. Some are travelling the world. Their instagrams (because single people are more fond of Instagram than Facebook, apparently) are blues and greens and really old, seemingly significant buildings. They are living nomadic, carefree lives with hemp pants (and probably other cannabis related products). I'm also right now realising that I use parentheses too much when I write. So not only am I not travelling, but I am a subpar writer. There go my dreams of becoming a travel blogger.
The thing is, I'm not engaged. I'm not a mother or a traveller and I don't have particularly enticing career options to make up for the absence of diamonds and passport stamps. I'm the other college graduate. I'm the working-slightly-above-minimum-wage, in a not-really-a-career job, living at home and drinking cheap wine kind of college graduate. My savings account is measly, but not in an exciting at-least-I'm-travelling kind of way. More in a I-could-really-use-more-shifts kind of way. I'm not unlucky in love, but I haven't been with a childhood sweetheart or the same person since I stepped foot on my college campus. So I'm not quite at the engagement stage, but I'm not quite free and flighty enough to be the travelling type. And before you think "why do you have to be single to be the travelling type?" you don't, necessarily. But if you aren't, you have to have thought about it for long enough to save up.
Anyway, I'm not sure there's a point to any of this except to say that if you're reading this and you are also drinking cheap wine, looking at your finances and groaning, and you majored in something absolutely useless, that you aren't alone. And also that you should contact me and reassure me that I'm not alone in this in between, not-quite-settled-not-quite-free phase.
