My Road To Adulthood Pt. II / and other thoughts


How ironic that right after posting about how I identify as a writer, I find myself too busy or too tired from the day to actually write. I've been wanting to get something posted for the past two weeks, but my mind drew blanks. I actually posted a version of this a few days ago, but it felt so forced that I took it down.

The good news is that I am officially settled into my new apartment (!!!).

Two weekends ago, I spent nearly all of my time moving, building furniture, unpacking, and organizing. It's a nice one-bedroom place with so much space that I don't even know what to do with myself. I can have clothes on the floor of my bedroom and still see the floor. I could do a cartwheel in the living room. MY WELCOME MAT SAYS "WIPE YOUR PAWS." It's all so cute. (I also think I'll have to buy more things to fill all of the closets...)

Living alone does make me a little nervous, but I think it will be good for me. It's a symbol of growth and independence. It's a new chapter for me, and I'm welcoming it with open arms.

Re: Blogger or Writer?


Do you label yourself as a blogger or a writer? An interesting question for me to stumble upon on Sunday night. One that has caused me to question myself more than I thought it would.


I've been working on this post on-and-off since Sunday, and my thoughts have been a little all over the place. It has turned into a more elaborate jumble of thinking out loud than I intended. Essentially, I think I can break it all down into three parts: what I label myself as, how that affects me, and what I want moving forward.

Go To Brunch With Yourself


I woke up this morning and immediately wanted food — a combination of not having eaten a full meal in more than a day and it being Sunday, the designated brunch day. After asking my boyfriend and my only other friend who lives less than 40 minutes away, both of whom couldn't, I decided to just go alone.

Because when no one will go to brunch with you, go to brunch with yourself.

So now I'm spending my afternoon drinking coffee, eating banana nutella French toast, and feeling rather proud of myself. Not just for going to eat at a restaurant alone for the first time, but for everything that I've accomplished so far in my life.