Sweet summer night and I'm stripped to my sheets

Exactly one week ago, I (unofficially) became a graduate of Purchase College. I moved back into my family's home; my old room, my old bed. I haven't spent a very long time at home in quite some time--usually it's just during winter break, but even then it felt (and was) temporary, about four weeks at most.
Now, most of my belongings are here, many of these things having been acquired over the past four years. A lot of things I own don't feel pertinent here, specifically my collection of posters from over the years. A large majority of them were for shows at the Stood or other Purchase-related events. They don't feel like home decorations anymore, rather they are relics, collector's items, I suppose. Things are very different here.

The actual graduation ceremony was kind of joyless. Although it was sunny for the first time in approximately seven years, the ground was still soupy. In fact, I really didn't see my graduation; I only heard what was going on thanks to a P.A. system because my chair sank so much that all I could see were the mortar boards in the rows in front of me. Our speakers had a common theme: everything pretty much sucks, but it's going to get better...right? This theme has permeated my day-to-day life as of recently--I spend much of my time on Craigslist hoping to be one of the 20% of college seniors who will have a job.

Pat King had a fantastic way of describing graduation and the process of moving away from Purchase--"We're leaving this place, not each other." In the past week, this has remained thankfully true. I spent a night at Purchase seeing friends and then just had a very enjoyable night out with others in the real world. As much as being unemployed and living with your parents can suck (being unemployed and having to make rent is much worse, I know), it's comforting to know that there's still the opportunity to see friends and make new memories, not just reminisce about old ones.