Life Is A Beach

I’ve been officially adulting for two years now, ever since getting my first post-grad job and moving into my first apartment. It’s been quite the journey so far and, while I enjoy most parts of being an adult, I also feel like adulting is a lot like walking along a beach littered with tiny rocks, random bits of glass and the occasional pile of dog shit. I’m walking along, enjoying the sunset, the sound of the waves, the sand beneath my feet, the breeze in my hair – and then life shoves a dirty piece of glass from a broken beer bottle up my foot. I angrily call my mommy asking why life is so hard and she says, “Well what did you expect?”.

That getting a degree is all I needed to do in order to be successful

And more importantly, to be financially stable. And not only did I get one degree but two! I have my bachelors in psychology and a master’s in higher education administration. Boy was the joke on me since I ended up picking a career field that doesn’t pay particularly well. And I knew that going into it. I just thought that, you know,…

As long as I love my work, how much money I make is irrelevant

I will say, this is partially true. Like, out of 100%, this statement is 35% true. I love my work and the quality of life at my job is great. But you know what’s not great? Bills and lots of them. Living paycheck to paycheck is a bitch. Saving money is nearly impossible since half of my paycheck goes to rent because, ya know, cost of living and all that.

That I would no longer have to rely on my parents for help

I don’t know what it is but there is something about getting financial assistance from my parents that just makes me feel like less of an adult. And I know that for our generation, it’s quite normal to get help from family or to still live with parents in order to save money. But I grew up watching The Hills, Gossip Girl and The O.C. where teenagers just had endless cash to spend, lived in lavish apartments and never wanted for anything. Is it too much to ask to be able to live a little more like an early 2000’s 16 year old teenager, who looks like 25, from the upper east side of New York who somehow gets a drink at any bar without a problem in every frickin’ episode?

That I’d be traveling the world

Okay, so this part is really not that big of a deal to me since I’m a creature of habit and don’t like to do anything that disrupts my routine too much, i.e. traveling. But still! I’d like to know that I could if I wanted to!


I hope that if you made it to the end of this post, you know that I wrote most of this in jest. I knew adult life would be hard, I just think I was a little naive about exactly how challenging it was going to be. What are your, or if you’re older, have been your experiences as a young adult? Are you facing similar challenges? If so, what are your coping strategies? Leave them in the comments!


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  1. “I’m walking along, enjoying the sunset, the sound of the waves, the sand beneath my feet, the breeze in my hair – and then life shoves a dirty piece of glass from a broken beer bottle up my foot.” What a great quote! I love how honest you are… we can all love our jobs but money IS relevant even if it “isn’t what we are supposed to say”

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