postgradprep

I’m twenty-three and starting to enter “the real world”… and I’m still not sure how I feel about that. Sometimes I’m ready to be an adult; I enjoy staying home when most people my age are out drinking, I’ve learned to love coffee, and I’ve become pretty good at pretending I understand politics. Then I think about what it really means to be a grown up: No home cooked meals, tons of important (not to mention life altering) decisions to make, and plenty of bills to pay. Ugh.