It's been a while since I last wrote a post. Recently, I was reminded of the importance of blogging so I decided to do this more regularly.
It's been a little over a month since my last internship ended. I finally got to travel to Disneyland (as an adult) and crossed that off my bucket list. I also took my first road trip with my boyfriend to Portland. Another bucket list item ("take a road trip") completed.
I've also spent every single day job-hunting for the past year. I've applied to about ten jobs, all within Seattle. I also applied to a couple post-college internships in California for one of my dream companies, which I won't name just yet. I haven't gotten any calls back, but I haven't received blunt rejections either.
The reason I haven't been applying to more jobs out of state is because my family wants me here. I know in the eyes of others that shouldn't stop me, that it sounds like a whiny high school student who wants to move out for college but still lives in his/her parents' basement. But for anyone who knows my history, you would understand why it's difficult for me in particular. Also, this past month, my emotional well-being hasn't been doing too well either. I've fallen back into bad habits that haven't resurfaced since high school. Despite my achievements, my scholarships, my various internships, it's never been enough. Ever since I graduated, I've felt like I've lost my purpose.
I know there's nothing for me here, in Seattle or in Washington state. I've lived here my entire life. I want to get out there and see the world, be able to tell the stories of communities other than my own, learn all about other places.