When I graduated from college in 2016, I heard the same thing over and over: “The world is your oyster.” I had a shiny, new degree, limitless potential and the promise of exciting adventures ahead. I lived at home, and while working a slew of restaurant jobs on the Island, and after job searching for about 10 months, I landed a corporate job in Manhattan and an overpriced, shoebox apartment to match. It was perfect.

I left that job at the end of the year to move into another profession in my field, where I worked for only five months before the CEO…