"Life will be good once I graduate," I said to myself. Then the night came where I threw my cap down, and toasted to my academic achievements with family and friends. I woke up the next morning with worry and cognac sitting at the pit of my stomach. The relief of getting my degree was washed away with the worry of starting my life. I then began to tell myself I'll be happy once I got a good-paying job. Once I got used to my office chair, that same uneasy feeling crept into my life and it wasn't the burnt coffee this time. It didn't take long for me to feel stagnant and apprehensive about the future again. I was adamant about figuring out my next destination.
