I was living in a studio in Wrigleyville thinking I'd want to live in that neighborhood forever.
I was so over school.
I was proposed to, and I said no. (Thank God)
I thought it was imperative I get a job right out of college.
I thought I had to be an adult.
This past weekend marked five years since I graduated DePaul and started working a full-time 9 to 5. It's also been over five years since I've kept a blog. Not that I wasn't writing, I just wasn't writing anything I wanted anyone to see.
I started working right after college. I kept busting my ass hoping to move forward, but it never happened. I held out, partly optimistically, partly because I was so beaten down I didn't have it in me to find anything else. Two months ago I accepted that I wasn't going anywhere there, not unless you count backwards. Thought about it for a long time, and I quit. I've had multiple people tell me they haven't seen me this happy in a long time. (If in case you're concerned, I started working again somewhere else two weeks later. I'm writing this from the gutter.)
I
really wanted to go to grad school for a while. I think it really just
came down to the fact that I wasn't learning anything at my old job.
Same shit, different day. I missed that mental click when something new
fell into place in my brain. So now that I'm at this new job which I'm liking, the grad school
idea is on the back burner, though I know it wouldn't hurt my career to
go.
Lastly, being an adult... I don't know. I was trying to do it for a long time; I'm hard on myself that way. These days, sometimes I do it, sometimes I don't. My former boss once told me "You don't really need to have your shit together until you're 30" and I think I'm going with that for now. Am I going on a bender? No, I like sleep and don't need more credit card debt.
Yes, I still need notice to tidy up my apartment before you visit.
...Yes, that often means just shoving everything into my bedroom and closing the door.
Yes, I will occasionally still do my laundry at my parents' house.
Yes, I will stay in a non-relationship relationship.
Yes, I will sometimes go out til the sun comes up.
...Yes, I will sleep into the afternoon because of it.
Yes, I've lost count of how many Hello Kitty things I own.
Yes, I will spend my money on bars, cabs, makeup, clothes I don't need, and meals I could've made.
Yes, I know things will be different five years from now too.
I congratulate you for making it this far into my post. I promise it will not be this long normally. At least not without breaking it up with pictures of puppies or something.
What to expect from my blog in the future: pictures that weren't taken with Instagram, a lot of lists, things I just discovered (apparently I have a bit of a reputation as a know-it-all), crafts I've completed/things I've tried on Pinterest, and general life things that are hopefully not too Xanga or Livejournal-y. Vague plans, yay!
If I had a really good "until next time" type catch phrase, this is where I would put it.
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