They say home is where the heart is. That phrase implies “home” is wherever your loved ones are but what if your loved ones, and therefore also your heart, are all over the place? Plus moving tips and best practices in case you find yourself calling somewhere new home.
This morning as I waited for my Keurig to warm up like usual I found myself lost in thought. Unlike most mornings I wasn’t thinking about what I needed to do today. I found myself thinking about my coffee cup. It was my Charlotte, NC Starbucks mug. The one with a giant crack down the front from years of use. My morning reminder that “someday we’ll figure this all out.”
I spent four times the amount of time researching cell phones than I did researching where I was going to live. What does it says about Millennials that we spend more time and effort deciding what new toy to buy than the place we call home? What could we accomplish in the time we waste overthinking frivolous decisions if we trusted our instincts instead?
My mother is a lot of things. She’s quirky and unapologetically unique. She’s dedicated and hard working. She’s outspoken and at times a little annoying. Growing up she drove me insane with all her momisms. As wise as they were, they were never what I actually wanted to hear. It’s funny how those little phrases that I once deemed annoying and stupid shaped me into the person I am today.
Last Friday at 11:30pm the night of my 27th birthday I found myself sitting on the kitchen floor, fridge door wide open, fork in hand, eating the massive gluten-free birthday cake my boyfriend surprised me with earlier that day while contemplating if I should eat one of the gluten-free whoopie pies or all four of the gluten-free cake pops still in the fridge. So why was I on my kitchen floor eating cake out of the fridge instead of cutting a slice and eating it at a table like a normal adult? Guilt.
Five years ago today on May 2, 2014, the day before my 22 birthday and a week before my college graduation, I found myself sitting in an insurance office being interviewed for a liability claims job. To be honest, I really didn’t know what the job I was interviewing for entailed, and either that manager didn’t realize how clueless I really was or he recognized that I wasn’t just blowing smoke when I said I was a hard worker. Regardless of why he offered me the job on the spot, he did. I think he made the right decision since I’m still employed there. I’ve learned so much over the last 5 years and today I’d like to share with you the top 5 lessons I’ve learned.
Merriam-Webster has six different definitions for the noun friend. Not one, not two, not even four. Six different ways to define the people we refer to as friends. That’s the thing about friendships, they’re multidimensional. They’re complex and at times messy. They have such a huge impact on who we are, but do we put enough thought into choosing our friends?
I remember the first time I started to feel like I was moving in the direction of successfully adulting. Surprisingly, it wasn’t when I got my first full-time job offer. Instead it was when my health insurance benefits went into effect with my new postgraduate employer. I felt like I was ahead of the game compared to my peers when I actively made my health a priority. I couldn’t have guessed how life altering being proactive about my health would be or how badly I really couldn’t afford to give up that mission.
What is PostGradMad? To be honest it started out as just my Instagram handle. Like a lot of Instagram users, I was trying to find a clever username that combined my name, Madison, with something relevant about me such as the fact that I graduated college. What’s more important is what my Instagram PostGradMad morphed into... my gateway to comparison and self-pity.