You moved away. You’re not in your hometown, you’re not in your college town, and suddenly you have no friends.
It is incredibly easy to stay in the comfortable life you have made for yourself. You can stay in your hometown forever.
I have had a “mom bod” for as long as I can remember. Sorry I just so happen to have child bearing hips. Aren’t men subconsciously supposed to find this sexy? Just like how I for some weird reason love beer bellies?
So you graduated, you got a piece of paper that says you’re educated and is basically a fancy eviction letter in a leather folder.
Don’t give out your real number.
Don’t take any shit.
We all need moms. Even if you lived with your Grandma or some other relative, you had a woman in your life that filled the maternal category.
I’ve been following these for years, and so far they have been unwritten, but I think there just needs to be some document on the subject for people to either refer to, or to totally bash.
This time last year I was not feeling twenty-two, despite Taylor Swift’s catchy lyrics.
Okay so I probably should run today.