Dear Graduate

Dear Graduate

I’m 23 years old, I have a bachelors degree in architecture and I am unemployed.

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I’m sitting in a coffee shop drinking a cold brew that cost me $3.75, excluding the look it cost me when I couldn’t afford a tip. I never thought I wouldn’t be able to find a job and five years ago at the genesis of my architecture degree I would have never thought I wouldn’t want to be an architect. But life never goes as planned (que the cliche).

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I used to be a planner... I planned everything: my life, my husband, my career, my dogs’ breeds and names. When my plans didn’t come true, it crushed me. So I stopped, kind of. I still dream, too much, but I expect things to not go my way. It’s now my fuel.

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So here I sit typing this on an iPhone as the NYC forecast of just cloudy weather has transpired into what I am now calling a severe drizzle. I scroll through Instagram looking for creative agencies to apply to (how millennial). I find opportunities I am not qualified for and apply anyway.

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I’m malleable, they just don’t know what all I am capable of – is what I tell myself in self-support.

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I’ve interned, I’ve written for a publication, I’ve studied abroad and am now facing the “I have no clue what I want to do” question, the “I can’t find a job” reality. It sucks.

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Unfortunately I don’t have the answer, there is no answer. We’ll hustle and grind and write about this til our wits end. So Godspeed to you, fellow graduate.

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We will overcome.

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