Five Minute Catch Up

As you can see, I’ve made good on my aspirations to write more…

It’s been exactly three months since graduation and, despite my freak outs over never getting a job and having to live with my parents for the rest of my 20s, things have turned out alright. The first two months of my summer consisted of a lot of down time. Wake up, work out, apply for jobs, watch Mad Men. Repeat. It wasn’t all that bad. I felt like I deserved a small break. But I was getting antsy and crabby by week three. Discouraged by week five. So I did what anyone does when they need a break from their every day life: I took a vacation!

Not a real vacation, just a trip out to Utah to see my sister, do some job interviews and check out the Salt Lake City scene. After a week, I decided that, if I didn’t get a job offer somewhere else in the next week, I was moving out to Utah. I’d been debating it for a long time and I finally decided I was just going to do it.

Thirty minutes after my plane touched down back in Minnesota, I got a call for an interview at a PR agency. No, The PR Agency. Not that it had always been my dream to work there or anything, but I knew the agency pretty well and it was always talked about at UW.

Oh, how funny fate is. Everyone had been telling me, “you will get something, just be patient.” I had given up on getting something, so Utah seemed like the best option. And I had accepted that. I was excited. It just goes to show that you can never really count on making plans at this point in your life.

I’ve been working for five weeks now, and I absolutely love it. This is the perfect first job experience and I am learning so much. It is an internship, so it’s not permanent But that just means I have some room to figure out exactly what type of career I want to be in.

Anyways, that’s the short update of the last three months. Blogging with resume! I plan to share some insights from my internship, adventures in my new city and any other fun things that happen within the next six months.

If anyone out there is doubting, or ever does doubt, that things are going to work out, just stop. I was one of those people. But it’s true what everyone says. If you are patient, work hard and never give up, you will get what you want.




I am officially a college graduate.

If you had asked me four years ago how I thought I would feel once I finished college, I would have said extremely happy. When I graduated high school, I dreaded the thought of sitting in classrooms for another four years.

Four years later, four years that went by entirely too fast, I find myself wishing it wasn’t over.

I am beyond blessed to have been able to attend such a prestigious institution as UW-Madison. If I take anything away from these past four years, it’s that I have learned from some of the best and brightest people in the country. I am completely confident that my time here has prepared me for the career world. Which is great, because I’m not sure I’m very confident in anything else at the moment.

I’ve never been good at transitions. I enjoy familiarity and comfort. When I arrived in Madison, I craved my hometown and my high school friends. Now, Madison has become my comfort zone. As I prepare to head back home, the one place I wanted to be for so long, I find myself dreading it. Not because it’s Hibbing, but because it’s not as familiar anymore.

Perhaps the hardest part of graduating is saying see you later to the people I have spent the majority of my time with the past four years. Roommates, classmates, friends. These are the people that make college a great experience. You all live and learn together at such a pivotal time in your life. The bonds you forge are some of the strongest you’ll have in your life. I hope 20, 30 years from now, I am still reuniting with these people to reminisce and talk about our lives, wherever we all end up.

So, am I happy I finished college? Absolutely. But it ended so quickly. I am only 21 years old. I’ve accomplished so much, yet I don’t feel like I’m old enough to be looking for jobs and taking my place in the “real world.” The overwhelming emotion is disbelief. Disbelief that I’ve been able to learn and experience so much in such a short period of time. Disbelief that now, I have no idea what I’m going to do. Up until this point, my transitions have had some sort of path to follow. But now, it’s completely up to me.

Where will I go next? Stay tuned.

On, Wisconsin!