A day at the beach post-college

When you go to college in the South, a day by any large body of water is like being in your native habitat.

You might as well have grown flippers.

It didn’t matter how long you had to drive. You didn’t have to come to terms with sacrificing hours of your life to the confines of a vehicle. It was part of the excitement. Driving was still new and cool.

Now, you fight over who has to drive. You complain you never know what the speed limit is (because adhering to the rules of the road started to matter when you started to pay your own car insurance.)

Reaching the beach is still the best part. There’s that need to immediately roll down your windows and feel sandy beach air caress your cheeks.

In college, you would scour the beach for a spot next to the hottest and hugest group of people you could find. Now, if there are children or people drinking natty light within a 5k radius there is no way in hell you are stopping there.

The most important things to pack for the beach when you were in college were beer, a towel and more beer. Now, you make sure you have two types of sunscreen, a hat, water (because dehydration isn’t cool anymore) and more clothes because wearing a bikini all day was only fun when your metabolism worked like a furnace and walking up the stairs was all the exercise your body needed.

The beach itself is still heaven. Relaxing waves, rays of sun giving your body that glow everyone else is paying $60 a month for and the chance to make some memories instead of staying home and browsing Pinterest all weekend.

Another thing that changes about beach days after college–the day after.

You wake up for work. Feeling a bit warm from all the sun but still in your relaxed state. You get ready, smile as you brush your teeth because you remember you posted that one beach photo to Facebook with no caption so everyone knows you were at the beach and should be jealous but you don’t feel like you were rubbing it in.

And then you get to your car and realize you brought half the beach back home with you.

There is sand everywhere. If you weren’t holding it firmly in your hands you would swear the steering wheel was made out of seaweed. Your car smells like  homeless mermaids have been living in it with their pet fish for three weeks.

In college, this was a badge of honor. Sand in your car was a testament to your adventurous nature and spontaneity. Now it’s a testament to how poor you are because you blew all your money getting to the beach and can’t pay to have your car cleaned until Wednesday.

In the end, the beach is still one of the best experiences you can have. There’s something about throwing yourself into the vast ocean, watching fish swim past you and pelicans soar above you while the sun makes the water fall into lustrous, auburn waves that you just can’t get anywhere else.


Just another life after college blog

It’s the little, annoying things you can’t help but notice and dwell on when you are trying to write.

Even when you think about maybe trying to write, you suddenly feel you can’t ignore this little blue cup that has been sitting on the corner of your desk since always. How did that get there? What was the last thing I put in that? Did I steal that?

Do you listen to music a lot? I’ve grown a dependency and my serotonin levels correlate with what I am listening to. I am like a human metronome. When the music stops abruptly I swear my heart stops.

Damn it now I have to go to the bathroom. Just keep thinking about writing. Can’t get it out of my head. Now I’m fighting with the toilet paper. It won’t roll and I can only pull one sheet at a time. This is oddly defeating. Maybe I can blame my writer’s block on this.

Walk back to my desk. Boy that monster is really starting to kick in. Now I remember why I stopped drinking these things.

So many distractions. Stand up, sit down. Stand up again. Sit down somewhere else. Stand up. Walk around, sit down.

Thank God for smart phones or this would be more incoherent than intended.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about what’s next. Where do I want to go and what do I want to do. I know where I want to go, but I draw blanks when I think about what I’ll actually do.

This is a bad habit of mine.

When I’m scared or doubtful, I avoid.

Avoiding things works 9 out of 10 times. I don’t care what you think. Avoiding things works. Obviously not for weird rashes, stalkers, pregnancy tests, bills and my bosses emails. But for things that don’t really have a due date, why not stall?

I’ll tell you why. Because when you just do what you’ve been putting off, that’s one more pound of scared that you can rip off your shoulder.

Sounds gloriously easy. And it’s harder than breathing.