Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Adult in Training

I'm not supposed to have everything figured out, right?  So far, 22 looks like an uphill battle, met with the trials and tribulations of adulthood, which still...how am I considered an adult? I think when you can finally support yourself you can consider yourself an adult, until then, you're in training.

So I'm in training for adulthood and I find it exhausting.

For instance, bills....what is this madness?  Why does my paycheck, from my big girl job (might I add) not cover everything and allow me to live in a fancy apartment styled after the likes of all of my Pinterest boards?  Because life...that's why.

Student loans (kind of considered bills because mine are the size of a freaking mortgage, but no please government...bring it on).  How are those feasible to pay?

Jury duty...did we have to meet so soon?

How on earth do you find people to date in New Jersey after college that aren't fist pumping idiots from the bar your friends dragged you to?

I could go on. But I won't...for your sake and stuff.

Really though, life post grad is kind of terrifying.  Trust me, people along the way have tried to tell me it's okay that I don't have everything figured out, but I can't help but feeling like I am supposed too.

At face value, I suppose I could pass for an adult...I even wear high heels every day, but if you really know me, you know that I still live in my childhood bedroom and that in of itself should tell you I don't quite have a grasp on things just yet.

I'm going to go out on a limb and say I think it's just fine.