The experiences and exploits of a college grad trying to make it in the "real world:" leaving school and friends in New England, moving south, and living with her boyfriend. Watch as I pretend to be an adult.
I've done really well at my job. I've started running. I have been stranded in Framingham. I've worked on interesting projects, and been offered more interesting projects to work on in the future. I've drunk rum in Bermuda, and walked on pink beaches. I've been given a raise and an award (heh). I've had a major blowout with my stepfamily. I've been to Boston and DC twice each. I have come to hate my BlackBerry. I've decided I am crap at photography. I have contributed faithfully to my 401k. I've marked a year and a half of living with the boy. I've seen my little sisters get more and more mature, and grown closer to them as a result. I've continued my foray into pescaterianism. I have turned 25.
What haven't I done?
I haven't written. I haven't apologized to my stepsister, nor have I been apologized to. I haven't gone to Europe (stupid weak dollar). I haven't started climbing again. I haven't decided where I want to go in my career, or what my next step will be. I haven't changed my mind about marriage or kids, despite many "biological clock" predictions. I haven't eaten a mammal. I haven't had a quarter-life crisis.
After 22 posted at 8:33 PM
