This life I’m living? Is so not what I had imagined it would be at this age.
By now, I’m supposed to be living in a fabulous apartment in a fabulous city writing for a magazine or gearing up for law school somewhere prestigious. I should have a boyfriend – not necessarily the man I’m going to marry- but someone who keeps me company and adores me in the meantime. I should own at least one pair of designer jeans and I should have figured out how to manage my hair on a daily basis by now. I should have an enviable social life and the disposable income to support it. More importantly, I should be sure of myself, confident of my path in life. I should know what I want and be taking the steps to get there.
Obviously I was quite the dreamer as a kid. Instead, I’m a single, unemployed 20-something who feels a bit like the “before” on a makeover show. What’s worse, I don’t have a sure-fire plan to turn my situation around.
I sound whiny, I know. I’m currently 22 and while that might seem young to some (my mom: stop stressing! you’ve got time to figure it all out!), it’s really old to others (my 13 year old sister: wow you’re even older than Kevin Jonas!).
Anyway, after a few months back home, I’ve packed my things and decided to move in with family up north. Hopefully the New England job market will be kind to me and this will become a blog chronicling great success. More likely, posts will fall into the tumultuous rhythm of my life. At any rate, I’ll be checking in from time to time to vent and “shoot the breeze.” Enjoy!
Contact me at: ShootingTheBreeze22@gmail.com