I created this blog to document life afterward. The tassel has been flipped, the champagne has been popped (and consumed accordingly), and the goodbyes have long since been shared— through a fountain of tears, of course. It is my public attempt to get back into writing (after Cul-de-sac Angels and my year-long creative hiatus), to find the necessary closure to come down from a three-year high, and to reclaim my sense of identity again.

Woohoo, welcome to my quarter-life crisis!

A fist bump from the void!

And by “the void,” I mean the couch in the living room of my parents’ house (which is also my only house, because I live here indefinitely now). It’s the classic twenty-something-year-old predicament: I don’t know what I’m doing. I truly haven’t since May. I’d be lying if I told you that graduating from college…