Jesse George
English 121
Professor Palz
10 February 2019
Rolling With the Punches
It was December 27th, 2012. I was a fresh high school graduate. I had grown up in a small mountain town, eager and stubborn and naive, and I wanted to venture out. I set my sights on the east coast. I packed up all my belongings and loaded up my Subaru. Following the 34-hour drive across the county, I arrived in North New Jersey. Dorming with some extended family at first to get my feet wet in the new area.
After initially getting settled at an Aunts house and established with the area., I ventured out from Aunt Karen’s and found the first apartment to call mine. At the age of eighteen and never having left my mother’s house, this was a huge step for me. I had never had any living expenses before, just a car payment and spending money. Having rent, electric, cable, and a car payment now was overwhelming. Not to mention cable, internet, sewage, and any other normal bill. I worked many miscellaneous jobs: grocery store cashier, construction, pool boy, and flood fire and mold crew. None of which getting me anywhere financially, and they didn’t fit my personality either. Shortly after experiencing the real world, I knew life was not going to be easy. I took on a second job to try to make ends meet, but even then, I was still coming up short. This is not the life I wanted to be living, especially at such a young age. My debt piled up and my young bright mind went dull. How could the real world, something I looked forward to so much completely defeat me?
Shortly after getting my first place, I knew I could not continue this lifestyle. Something needed to change. I could not just sit there anymore watching the ashtray pile up with filthy cigarettes butts, struggling to make ends meet, feeling defeated. I moved out of my apartment and wound up a little further south, in the outer Philadelphia area, after couch surfing for a few months. Living out of my little silver Subaru hatchback in vacant lots and abandoned spots. This took a toll on me, but it gave me just enough time to gather my thoughts, pick myself up and brush the dust off. Working odd end jobs just for money to live off of and if I could, set aside what I could for a new apartment. I called Philadelphia home now.
Finding an apartment that was a third the price of my previous apartment helped. The apartment was nothing special. a small apartment in a little complex just outside of Philadelphia.
Nice little 470 sq ft apartment, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, kitchen, living room, and balcony. This was great for me at the time: cheap rent, a new city, and new friends. I was ready for the next chapter of my life. Shared with one of my best friends.
The city life was new to me. Densely populated areas, people humming around the sidewalks always appeared to be in a rush. The car horns honking, lights flashing, the smells of a dirty city. All these things amused me. Being the kid from a small mountain town in the Rocky Mountains and living in one of the most historical cities of the country, I wanted to take all of it in. I loved it at first, everything is open late, there have always been people around. We had none of that growing up. The east coast attitude of always being in a rush and aggravated at nothing was one of the first things that I realized. Swearing like a sailor, and the high paced city life. These were things I needed to adapt to. Adapting however was not difficult. I got a good-paying job as a cook at a restaurant and worked my way up from a line cook to a kitchen manager. I had been paying my bills on time and not having to be fronted the money for the first time in over a year. I felt accomplished. I felt as if I had done it. was always hanging out with my friends, a close group of guys who still are the best friends I have ever met in my life. All our own bills are taken care of and gas in the cars, but not much spending money, nothing to go out in town and do anything fun. We would hang out and do things that did not cost much, because well we were financially challenged young adults at this time. I was living a fun and happy life at this point, but I wanted more. I tasted accomplishment, but I was not satisfied. I wanted a life where money did not dictate what I want to do. A life in which I could go out for a night on the town and not worry about the lack of gas in my car or the electricity in the apartment. I set my eyes on my next goal. While working as a manager in a kitchen, I applied for the Sous Chef position for Victory Brewery and I got the position. This gave me a raise and allowed me to finish my culinary degree through the company. I did it, I got the job, received a little more money. but most importantly had a degree.
After I received my degree and became financially stable (at least I thought so at that time.) I found myself constantly asking, what is next? Suddenly one day after about eighteen months of asking myself that very question day in and day out, a lightbulb went off and it became clear to me. This is where I am, I can spend the rest of my life doing what I’ve done over the past four years: miscellaneous jobs, living paycheck to paycheck, never going on vacations or enjoying life to its fullest. Nothing in the world is free and life is what you make of it. Anything you want to accomplish you can. All that is needed is some fire under your ass cheeks and some ambition. I knew what was next for me. It was time to move back home to my small, beautiful mountain town and get back on my own two feet so I could tackle the next thing on my to-do list. It was my calling to go back home, financially catch up and get on my own two feet and walk into CMC and continue my education so I can have a real career in a field that I am best suited for. A nursing degree was calling my name and anything I set my mind so I could accomplish. After about another eighteen months after the trek back to Colorado, I had paid off all my debt and established myself back into the county. Next on the list was re-enrolling in school to start my studies to get my BSN (bachelor’s in nursing science.) In December of 2018, I enrolled at CMC and was accepted. The next chapter in my book started in January 2019 which leads me to where I am with the. same mentality, checking things off my list.
It goes to show you that epiphanies happen to everyone at different points in life and it is up to everyone to makes something of it. My epiphany led me on an educational track of a successful life in a successful career that will help support family later down the road. It took me hitting rock bottom, where I struggled just to put food in my stomach to realize I needed change. Once I admitted that to myself things started to line up and the taste of success and accomplishment far outdid the taste of failure and defeat. Anything is possible if you put your mind to it and apply yourself. Chase your dreams and they will come true. Life is what you make of it and what comes free in life usually is not worth it. Working for your own success is satisfying and worth it. Never sell yourself short.
