For a year and a half now, I’ve been searching for a project – something that would branch out beyond the Syracuse grounds. Veering away from life of the college students who inhibited the eponymous city.  Leaving school was hard, there are no more deadlines, professors requesting my work, grades to make, or classes to attend. Since my departure from college I was terrified about no longer shooting, no longer having an assignment to fulfill. So, I gave myself a deadline that started every Sunday and developed a weekly diary. Even though each week was not cohesive, the theme I found threading them together was the adjustment to post-graduation life. Eventually, I fell out of the weekly diary – dabbled with the idea of another roommate project, moved onto a story about night, constantly searching for a project with a “real” storyline. I experimented with different ideas and tried new directions. But all along, it came back to my original idea. A story about life after college. About the transition to adulthood and all that other bullshit that comes along with it. A lot of drinking, many late nights, constantly alluding to having our shit together. If I’ve learned anything over this past year and a half it’s that living through your twenties is a very confusing time. And, I’m not the only one who feels that way. We’re all just trying to figure it out all the while stressing about money, looking for careers instead of jobs and quickly understanding what it’s like to have real life consequences. Having the constant reminder that if you fail, there isn't any credit recovery. 

Like a Facebook album, this is a fluid and real series, a loose take, but an honest look at what the transition to adulthood looks and feels like to me and my friends.