Sun was beating down. Breeze was up. Not to shabby for graduation. It had been the best four years of my life. That is the biggest cliche anyone hears about college, but I can truthfully say, that education was the farthest thing on my mind when closing the doors to collegiate life.

At my place of higher education, I plainly, discovered myself. I bloomed. I flourished. Found people that actually liked what i was like, who actually liked what I said, and who actually meant something to me. Let there be no mistake, it wasn’t all sunshine. There were storms, hurricanes, tornadoes in the way. Drama that I had never faced before. I took it all though, because when wrapped up in the moment, it meant to me that it was real. As I sat in my seat, waiting for my row to be called up to walk across the stage, shake my school’s president’s hadn’t, and get my diploma, I realized that it had all been as long as holding my breath underwater.

Now I am a graduate, and hell, it has been fucking hard, and it yet has to be a full week. What can I say? It sucks. From searching for jobs, to searching for apartments, it has been taxing in ways that I did not think would come so soon after finally finishing my Thesis, which up until then had been the most stressful shit I had worked on. Now, I do not want to be seen as a crybaby, because in many ways, I have been extremely lucky.

The job I was applying for gave me an internship instead, to be graded upon and perhaps turned into the full job originally in my scope for the future. So, to those still in search, all I can say is, time will deliver what you have slaved for. That may mean little to you, because for me, everyday I did not hear back and saw others get their life together little by little, I just saw mine chip away, little by little.

Apartment hunting itself was its own trail. It is a wake up call to see what you can afford. You think to yourself how you will set up your room, your kitchen, your living room, only to have landlords show you around a tiny room, where you need only take three steps between the kitchen and the bathroom. This might sound like first world problems, but it really shocked me how much preparation and processes being part of the real world requires. Thankfully, today I got the news that the apartment my girlfriend and a friend had been showing interest in, accepted us. That means I can finally officially accept the internship with the address for an apartment so they can run background checks and so forth.

However, one last test stands in my way, that has been there for the last three years, and that is to get a Massachusetts license. There is nothing like being 23, and still having to rely on others to drive you around, because the bike will just not cut it, especially when trying to get to and back from work everyday. Sadly I find myself in a bit of a pickle, where being a dual citizen between the US and Mexico, presents complications when trying to get a license because of the one you already have from Mexico. To summarize it, I have to transfer the license I already have to a MA one because I will be a resident to the state. The only way to do that is to have a driving record, which the Mexican government does not carry or keep.

Get a permit and start from scratch you say? Tried that, and because of having a Mexican license, it is impossible to start from scratch, and must be transferred. The logic behind this baffles me, and as I get closer to my starting date for my job, stress keeps boiling up and up as I try to get my damn license. But once again, as i reminded others before, i must remind myself. Time will solve it all. I am just hoping I find the answer post haste, so I can actually go to work, stop being the dude begging for rides, and God dammit, finally be able to be the one driving her to the date, as opposed to me just tagging along everywhere. Maybe I should just go the McLovin route ~ad astra ultraque