{"id":16238,"date":"2021-06-30T00:24:32","date_gmt":"2021-06-30T00:24:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/?p=16238"},"modified":"2021-06-29T19:26:23","modified_gmt":"2021-06-29T19:26:23","slug":"the-graduate-pandemic-version","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/2021\/06\/30\/the-graduate-pandemic-version\/","title":{"rendered":"The Graduate\u2014Pandemic Version"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"p1\">By Allie Larson<\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><b><i>Editor\u2019s Note:<\/i><\/b><i> Allie Larson is a 21-year-old Idahoan who recently graduated from Boise State University with a degree in business administration and a minor in nonprofit management. With all the coverage of \u201chousing crises\u201d and \u201clabor shortages,\u201d we felt some firsthand observations of someone looking for a career job and a new place to live were in order.<\/i><\/p>\n<p class=\"p4\">It\u2019s supposed to be the most exciting time of my life\u2014the summer after my graduation from university. It should be a time to backpack Europe or hike the islands of Hawaii before launching full force into my independent adulthood and professional career. But \u2026 I need to find a way out of my parents\u2019 basement first.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\">Let me be clear: I do not actually live in my parents\u2019 basement. I live in my childhood bedroom,<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>under the roof of a modest suburban four-bedroom home you could purchase for just $100,000 two decades or so ago and start building that \u201cgenerational wealth\u201d we Americans are supposed to get to do.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\">I\u2019m not complaining; I love my parents. It\u2019s just that I didn\u2019t plan on spending adulthood living with them. And I\u2019m not even freeloading! I pay my own bills\u2014well, except for rent\u2014and for meals and laundry and cleaning we all pretty much fend for ourselves these days, especially ever since my brother moved out. Lucky guy.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">My folks get it. Things are not the same today as they were for them at this stage of their life. They understand when there\u2019s all this talk about a \u201clabor shortage\u201d it\u2019s not necessarily for jobs in business administration\u2014the subject of my bachelor\u2019s degree. The open positions are abundant and paying better than ever in fast-food restaurants, pubs and hotels. That\u2019s great for some, but they\u2019re not exactly the jobs I spent four years and $30,000 in student loans going to school for. <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\">Mom and Dad even realize that the only thing crazier than housing prices in Idaho right now are rental rates, if you can even find a place.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\">My parents even understood when, just a month ago, I decided against taking a paid internship, within the industry I had studied for! It just didn\u2019t feel right. And while the \u201ctrust your gut\u201d approach may not be the best way to get ahead of my financial challenges that lie ahead, trusting my instincts is something I\u2019m willing to bank on for the long-term.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\">Nonetheless, looking back just one month after graduation, it has been a learning curve. Perhaps, even a culture shock of sorts. I\u2019ve always excelled in school and in life outside of school. Naturally, I assumed as a college graduate with a prestigious degree I\u2019d be able to find a position in no time. But now, at times, I feel what\u2019s called \u201cimposter syndrome\u201d\u2014doubting oneself, and feeling like a fraud. Or worse, that maybe the fraud was paying for a degree that isn\u2019t yet paying off. And then there\u2019s \u201cFOMO\u201d\u2014fear of missing out, and that makes me look at my peers and the accomplishments they are making moving forward in their careers, even though I know in my gut that will not help me move forward, it will only halt my potential.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\">The objective truth is not all my peers have it all together, and most are handling the same difficulties that I am. Some of us are lucky enough to have connections and enough experience needed for the positions available today. I don\u2019t necessarily know anyone couch surfing or unable to have a roof over their head, but it doesn\u2019t mean it isn\u2019t happening. Most of my peers who don\u2019t have a childhood home to live in as they figure out their lives are paying an excessive amount for rent to have a roof over their heads. They make it work, barely. Most have to have two jobs or several roommates\u2014if they can fit.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\">So, to any fellow graduates reading this, know that it\u2019s more than OK to still be living at your parents\u2019 house after graduation. In fact, it\u2019s a privilege, and something many families have done at other times in our history. We will struggle, but we will also find the path that brings us joy and quality of life. And how lucky we are when that path is one that can start at the front door of our childhood home.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\">Lastly, to the parents of fellow graduates who I\u2019m sure wanted to be experiencing the \u201cempty nest syndrome\u201d a little earlier in life, you may find yourselves on the opposite end of a housing crisis and labor shortage one day later in life. The kind that happens in hospitals and retirement homes sometimes. May your kindness, generosity and sacrifice be returned to you tenfold when that day comes, offered to you by the same kids you say \u201csleep tight\u201d to tonight.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By Allie Larson Editor\u2019s Note: Allie Larson is a 21-year-old Idahoan who recently graduated from Boise State University with a degree in business administration and a minor in nonprofit management. 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