For four long years, your college town has been your home away from home, the place you go to escape the dysfunction that is your family and your sanctuary if you will. Now, out of nowhere, you’re expected to graduate, pack up and get out. It almost seems as though your university has left you with more questions than answers. Where am I going to go? Who wants to hire me? How am I supposed to live without a Starbucks near by??

All of a sudden you’ve become an emotional person; you’re crying over your unreturned library books and piling ice cream in your mouth to stop the sobs. Yeah, you think you’re a bad b*tch until you realize you actually have to figure your life out now and it’s a dramatic journey.

Sure you got the diploma

And for a few short seconds, you were a freaking baller

But now what?

You’re about to be homeless when the university kicks you out.

Where will you go?

Quick think of every friend you made in college and see if they will move in with you.

Wait. Do they.. Do they all have grown-up jobs?

When did we do this, guys? When did you all get together and apply? Why wasn’t I invited??

Oh, it’s like an independent thing? Well, sh*t.

When you realize you may have to move back in with your parents

You can’t go back there. The closest Starbucks is 20 miles away!

You start applying to jobs that even slightly involve your degree.

You're too impatient to wait for the companies to respond. Like, I sent you my resume 3 minutes ago, REPLY!

You can’t even call your mom to vent about it because she will yell at you for waiting so long.

Once you realize there’s nothing else you can do you decide to nap. Yeah, a nap will fix everything.