Almost three years ago I was picking out curtains and bath towels, and contemplating which clothes would come with me to Brockport, NY. I was starting my junior year that August, ready to begin the next chapter in my life. It would be the first time I lived away from home and away from my family – 338 miles to be exact. It was also the first time I would be living with my boyfriend. We were getting a one-bedroom apartment right off campus. We were both excited to take the next step in our relationship and continue our educations together at the same college. Long story short, I had a great two years at Brockport; I learned a lot, liked and respected (most of) my professors, and graduated with a Bachelor’s in journalism in May of 2010.
I knew that after graduation we would go home for the summer and we would both come back to New York together. Philadelphia has one of the most competitive job markets in the country for communication-related careers. With the economy plummeting into a black hole, I knew the best way to gain experience in my field was to go back to Rochester. I guess you could say it worked out for the best that James still had two years of college left. It will give me some time to establish myself elsewhere before returning home.
In November I found myself sitting at a new desk, with new challenges awaiting. I was hired to work in the marketing department at an international contact lens manufacturing company as one of five Social Media Coordinators. The position has proven to be great experience and will certainly boost my resume for when I move back to Pennsylvania…in 14 months. I feel like I’ve been a graduate for years now. Although I enjoy my job, the pay isn’t substantial enough to live comfortably (sigh). But I digress.
I’m looking at this part of my life as the preface to not just a new chapter, but a new novel. I’m ready to take on greater challenges and reach my potential in the career force. May 2012 is the month I can begin writing that novel, but trust me when I say, the outline has already been sketched. Oh, Rochester, you will (not) be missed.