Sometimes I can’t believe I did it. I really moved away from home. I get back to New York and look around bewildered.
I really live here?
All of this confusion because of that damned word of the twenties: change.
Oh change, you dirty expletive. The one thing we twenty somethings can rely on and yet it’s our biggest grievance. Yes we now live on our own, but now we pay bills.
Yes, I bring that up every post, but it’s my blog and I’ll do what I want to. Also, being a millennial means I’m working two jobs just to barely scrape together the rent.
Oh wait no, that’s because I’m an actor.
Being a millennial means if I had a typical 9-5 I’d have a better apartment, but I’d still probably have a fun $20 left over each month.
Wait, I live in New York.
Yeah, I’m broke as shit.
Yet, when my manager asked if I wanted to be cut ear - She couldn’t finish that sentence because I was already out of the door. Actually working to make money, what a primitive concept.
So here’s to another day in the twenty-something life. Maybe tomorrow I’ll wake up as Beyoncé. Or Oprah.
Or someone who doesn’t have to pray with each debit card swipe.
Either way while waiting for my train after closing the restaurant, I let that good feeling wash over me. That good feeling of knowing I took my life in my own hands. That good feeling of working hard, and you all know I play even harder.
So change, it’s inevitable, but this twenty something is embracing its positive possibilities.