I turned 24 not too long ago and let me just say I’m relieved. Sad of course to be getting older but relieved. Many unhappy things happened to me while being 23
- my bff moved away to LA
- I’m no longer in college
- I spent an entire year living at home
- I started the worst job ever known to man
- My cousin, and partner in crime got a boyfriend ( I’m so happy for her)
- I failed miserably at accomplishing my goals (here’s looking to you 24!)
- I lived (am still living) in the longest dry spell ever
Now although 23 sucked I am so grateful to have lived another year, and to have parents that supported me through rough times, shall I say, built me a bridge over troubled water. I’m glad my friend moved to LA, it’s what she always wanted, what we both wanted and I’m sure I’ll be joining her soon. My cousin – couldn’t be happier. it’s always a lovely thing when two souls find each other. I’m glad I graduated, obviously it was something that had to happen and as far as the job goes, I’ll be able to tell Oprah about how I suffered at that job one day when she’s interviewing me.
And if someone could give me a glass of water, or better yet dump a bucket of ice water over my head I’d be eternally grateful – I’m too thirsty.
I’ve decided to pretend I’m still in college and take a 2 1/2 week Christmas break. So as I write to you I’m laying in my old bed sans tv (thanks mom). Now that I’ve made New York my home again I’ve realized my #suburbgirlproblems have turned into #citygirlproblems.
My Maryland nightmares include:
- Being stuck behind a slow car on a way street
- Being woken up by birds at 5 a.m. in the summer
- Hitting a deer while driving home late at night
- Forgetting where you hid your front door key
- Getting your satellite signal disrupted by a rogue raccoon
- Going out with friends and getting too drunk to drive home
- Missing out on all the fun shit going on in New York
2 1/2 weeks is far too long to be in the suburbs
Since becoming a real adult – aka moving out of my parents house. I’ve learned a lot about life, specifically about the little white lies they tell about their lives to make it seem like they are doing more than they actually are (I do it all the time)
What I say to my family when they ask what I’m doing in New York – ” I’m working with a promotions company and am currently on a six month assignment”
What I actually do – “For four hours a day 3-5 times a week I pass out stickers to children and watch sports”
- I do freelance work
- I’ve worked on two projects in the last three months and therefore consider myself a freelance artists
- I have like noooo money
- I have enough money to go out Thursday, Friday and Saturday but can’t participate in Sunday funday and can only buy one new shirt when we go shopping
- I totally hate my job, I’m looking for a new one
- I hate my job but I don’t hate my salary, I’m just going to keep complaining about it and talk about how I have no time to find a new one
- I would totally hang out but I’m so busy!
- I have like three new episodes of shahs of sunset on my DVR and two new episodes of Love & Hip-Hop on-demand soooo that’s kind of more important
- I just have no energy, I’m so drained