I'm 22 years old. I'm 22 years old and I'm awkward and anxious and I've yet to work towards any fragment of the stability that I dreamed about as a kid. However, I am learning that life is pretty hard and maybe I should've cut my parentals some slack. I'm also learning that I am troubled human being with a lot of neuroses that I really need to work on.
It's weird, really. I'm trying to figure out how to live my life to the fullest and that gets in the way of my constant need for routine and safety. It's a weird little inner conflict.
I want to start writing down my feelings. I don't know who this is for...for you, for me. I don't really care. My name is meaningless. I live in New Haven, CT with my boyfriend. We fight about mundane things a lot, but mostly we fight about the fact that I am moving to Copenhagen, Denmark in mid-august for who knows how long. I am leaving behind a lot of family baggage, hopefully permanently. I am pretty good at leaving things.
In the meantime, I am looking for work in NH. Where's those networking skills when you need them?
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