Time goes by.....so slowly

I think back to an 18 year old me, someone who had ambitions, who thought that embarking on my educational journey and going to university to not only better myself as a person but to better my chances of gaining employment. I was someone who naively thought that I would strut out of university and walk straight into a well paid, respectable job....I always seen myself as Carrie Bradshaw, a freelance writer for a fabulous magazine who lived in a rent controlled apartment in New York who had amazing clothes, 3 best friends and a live to build 6 series on *I'm literally just reciting the plot of Sex and the City* I also believed that I would be spotted by some talent scout and that my dancing and acting skills would have me on the big screen working alongside the likes of Rob Patz *playing my love interest obviously* or they would see potential in me to be cast as Ana  Steele in '50 Shades of Grey'.....ALAS.... but you get the drift. I graduated in July and have been unemployed from January....basically the money was dwindled to nothing. I feel like a 8 year old child who needs to beg their parents for money for a 5p packet of crisps.

The scary thing is that I'm not alone.....thousands of recent graduates are facing the same problems. The majority of us went ot Univesity having believed the hype that it would better our chances of  employment, but in reality it has done the opposite. There was an article circulating in the papers recenetly which stated that recent graduates couldn't even get jobs as binsmen and road sweapers - this has to stop. At 22 years old, I am at a point in my life where I want to start saving to buy my own house, to start my life away from the family home, to make memories and to become an independant adult....but the way things are going at the moment I'm going to end up more like the guys in 'Step Brothers' rather than Carrie Bradshaw and the likes.

I will have to grin and bare the hideous routine that I find myself in daily, waking up at 9am, strolling leisurely downstairs, getting a cup of tea, putting on the television and watching repeats of Jeremey Kyle....simply to remind myself that I haven't hit rock bottom.....just yet.