I guess paying for your own Netflix is what ultimately classifies someone as a real adult. But there’s something about it being free and under someone else’s name that makes binge-watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer that much more appealing.
I am worried that life is going to pass me by. That I’m going to get a job I hate but stay at for security. That I’ll make decisions in my life based on what I think I should do instead of what I want to do. That I’ll follow a path designed for me by people who think they know what I should do based on well-intentioned, yet often unsolicited advice.
Took a few really awesome road trips. I worked three jobs after college (so if you assume people who didn’t go full-time right out of school are lazy, you’re mistaken), but it’s a lot easier to take a random Monday off when you’re working mainly in the service industry.
Are the glory days all over? At 21 years old? At 25 years old? But how I see it? You can “adult” however you want. You’re young. You’re still free to do whatever you please.
Remind yourself that there is a reason behind your decision of moving on, be it from a city or job you have had enough of, a relationship that did not work out the way you had hoped, or a rejection letter from a magazine that you deemed your story a perfect fit for.
Just because some labels are attached to this generation, doesn’t mean you have to embody them.
Stop obsessing over your college almost-relationships. (Start moving on to bigger and better things — and people.)
Not having your entire life planned at 22 is not a bad thing — it’s an open door.
Download Boomerang and schedule out emails. It will save your life.
If you moved from your parents’ house, and you had a dog, there is a 100% chance that you will facetime your parents just so that you can see your dog, AKA the love of your life.