It’s real, it’s happening, and I just ain’t ready to deal with it yet. Yes, I am 20, and that hardly makes me an adult, but guess what? I am! I decided at 20, I wanted to get out and have an experience. An experience past the comforts of staying at my parents house and having that extra security when needed. I wanted to feel like I was actually 20, whatever that really means. So, I decided to move out of my parent’s house and into a house closer to campus with three of my guy friends. To date, it has been one of the most mixed decisions I have ever made. I often find myself wanting to go back home and equally finding myself lucky to be able to move out and experience my own version of life.
Since moving out in early May, I am basically completely financially independent. I pay about 90% of my bills, which is nice, but also really scary. If you would have told me a year ago that I would be mostly financially independent, I don’t know if I would have believed you. This time last year, I was working in a grocery store making minimum wage and constantly finding a way to juggle everything; school, fraternity life, work, and sleep….lots of sleep.
Now, I am no longer in a fraternity, I have two jobs, one working at Starbucks, (which I absolutely love) and another interning at an Entertainment PR Firm called Fizziology (which I love just as much).I work just about 7 days a week and it doesn’t bother me. When you love a job as much as I love both of mine, it doesn’t feel like work.
I have really come into my own over the last year, and although I am still figuring it out and it’s hella stressful at times, adulting is an adventure. It’s hard to navigate, but it’s fun (mostly)(actually not really, i think) (I’m confusing myself now), but I have to say, I can’t wait to see what will be going on in a few months. But for right now, at this very moment. I’m happy, I’m content, I’m blessed, and I’m learning. What more could I ask for?
Until next time,