GOOD MORNING**
Hi!
Another day, another blog. It seems as though as soon as I enter back into my childhood home three things happen. 1) my mother yells at me (if she is home) 2) I start googling internships on the other side of the globe and 3) I start a blog.
So here we are. 23 years old, and doing the same thing my 16 year old self loved- oversharing with the internet. I am "leaning into it" this time.
Update on my life: Let's get down to it. What am I up to? Have I saved the world yet? Am I that tall blonde skinny ass kicking independent young twenty year old my younger self always envisioned? No. But we are working on it.
The Move
I have moved back home- to my childhood home, not back to one of my many homes in the past 5 intervening years (shoutout to 214, Mccoy Hall, PZ, and my cramped OZ apartment). Yes after spending 200k+ on my formal education, my parents have now watched me come back right back to where I started (supplemented by sleeping in and talking back). In all seriousness, we have talked about it frequently and I don't think any of us views this move as a failure. And if you just moved back home after college- I don't think you should either. Here's why. In my case, my home is in one of my favorite cities in the country that also has an extremely high rent rate. So my parents having an extra bedroom helps me save a lot of money and puts me at the epicenter of career and social opportunities. As much my parents and I fight, they are also my best friends and most important supporters. Going through any important transition in life it's incredibly helpful to be surrounded by a familiar environment and people rooting for you. I also have a plan and that is my saving grace. Having a plan gives me purpose, motivation and puts my parents at ease. On top of everything, just because I seem to be going backward in time, doesn't mean I am stepping backward. Growth isn't linear and neither are our futures. I am not who I was when I left this house 5 years ago and therefore this will be a whole new experience. On the road to where I wanna go, this may be a pivotal pit stop.
So if you too are now referring to your parents as roommates, fighting to get your soy milk on the grocery list, and struggling to explain to your neighbors why you are back and no-not yet a doctor, have confidence in yourself! You probably know what's best for yourself and taking one year at a time is the only way to keep progressing. I couldn't imagine 5 years ago where I would be now (for better or for worse) and everything I would have experienced in between. I only got here through trusting my gut and having my mom on speed dial. If it ain't broke don't fix it right?
More to come on everything else including MCAT, med school, old people's feet, gym anxiety, food guilt, stalking vogue and dreams of paris. Adieu Adieu.
**afternoon
Another day, another blog. It seems as though as soon as I enter back into my childhood home three things happen. 1) my mother yells at me (if she is home) 2) I start googling internships on the other side of the globe and 3) I start a blog.
So here we are. 23 years old, and doing the same thing my 16 year old self loved- oversharing with the internet. I am "leaning into it" this time.
Update on my life: Let's get down to it. What am I up to? Have I saved the world yet? Am I that tall blonde skinny ass kicking independent young twenty year old my younger self always envisioned? No. But we are working on it.
The Move
I have moved back home- to my childhood home, not back to one of my many homes in the past 5 intervening years (shoutout to 214, Mccoy Hall, PZ, and my cramped OZ apartment). Yes after spending 200k+ on my formal education, my parents have now watched me come back right back to where I started (supplemented by sleeping in and talking back). In all seriousness, we have talked about it frequently and I don't think any of us views this move as a failure. And if you just moved back home after college- I don't think you should either. Here's why. In my case, my home is in one of my favorite cities in the country that also has an extremely high rent rate. So my parents having an extra bedroom helps me save a lot of money and puts me at the epicenter of career and social opportunities. As much my parents and I fight, they are also my best friends and most important supporters. Going through any important transition in life it's incredibly helpful to be surrounded by a familiar environment and people rooting for you. I also have a plan and that is my saving grace. Having a plan gives me purpose, motivation and puts my parents at ease. On top of everything, just because I seem to be going backward in time, doesn't mean I am stepping backward. Growth isn't linear and neither are our futures. I am not who I was when I left this house 5 years ago and therefore this will be a whole new experience. On the road to where I wanna go, this may be a pivotal pit stop.
So if you too are now referring to your parents as roommates, fighting to get your soy milk on the grocery list, and struggling to explain to your neighbors why you are back and no-not yet a doctor, have confidence in yourself! You probably know what's best for yourself and taking one year at a time is the only way to keep progressing. I couldn't imagine 5 years ago where I would be now (for better or for worse) and everything I would have experienced in between. I only got here through trusting my gut and having my mom on speed dial. If it ain't broke don't fix it right?
More to come on everything else including MCAT, med school, old people's feet, gym anxiety, food guilt, stalking vogue and dreams of paris. Adieu Adieu.
**afternoon
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