November 04, 2018
Hey guys! So I finally decided to start my personal blog, it took a couple of years and three failed attempts at college to finally realize what my passion is. I mean, no one gives you a manual on life and tells you what choices to make. I’m twenty-three living with my boyfriend and his family thinking I’ve magically became an adult. Well only because my name is on our lease, and having to pay utilities, well (almost ) the bills haven’t arrived yet.. I’m secretly hoping they got lost in the mail. #adulting101
Ever since I can remember I dreamt about becoming an adult. Working at my dream job, living in an mansion with my expensive cars. I really had this crazy idea that as soon as I turned eighteen I would magically become rich and famous. Isn’t life full of surprises?
After attempting college my first of many, I realized I wasn’t ready for the real world. I wanted to stop time, and go back to a carefree teenager. My mom of course didn’t make it easy for me, she said either you enroll in college or get a full time job. I decided to take the job thinking it would be easier, or at least I thought. I had to learn the hard way and realize that wasn’t for me. After many attempts at the real world in the past five years I’m still not ready for a 9-5, and I give credit to anyone who can work that shift.
When I decided to move in with my boyfriend, I got the taste of the real world, and realized I had to grow up and grow fast, but I knew I wouldn’t last very long at my jobs. Deciding to enroll in college for journalism became my first step into becoming the woman I want to be. It’s hard, you know figuring yourself out when you don’t even know where in life to start.
I’ve learned as long as you welcome change in your life we can become whomever we want. Hence to why I decided to go back to school and pursue journalism. My life is changing because I decided to strive to be something and leave a print in this world.
BTW my boyfriend is my editor.
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton