Success is Just a Story (Until It Happens to You)

I’ll try to keep the anticipation brief: I have finally secured a job. Not just a “make ends meet in the meantime” kind of job, but an actual real live big girl job. Despite my calm and cool text-persona, I am, in fact, a giddy wreck.

Moving to a new city with nothing to my name but a laptop and an over-priced graduate degree seemed fairly bohemian at first, like the beginning of a Kerouac novel. However, the story shuffled more at a Hemingway pace, where it seemed that the protagonist was doomed to die alone in the rain. With Dickensian misery trailing just steps ahead, the Dan Brown twist ending couldn’t have come at a better time.

I am now at a point where I’m going to gaining critical work experience and being able to feed myself. If that’s not a post-modern fairytale ending, I don’t know what is.


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