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Thursday, August 23, 2012

Quarter-Life Crisis....Question Mark?

When things are changing in my life, I like to document it. Something about the transition gives me motivation to record my thoughts. Maybe it's a little masochistic, especially this time around. Or maybe it's just my natural, ever-present narcissism, aka human nature. Whatever the reasoning behind it, my gentle readers, just sit and enjoy. Critique. Judge. Do what people do when they read blogs. (Admire? Too much?)

remember when I lived in Paris? THAT was a fun blog

So here's the situation: I'm about to move home. And it's a Big Deal. I've been out in the Real World for approximately four years, and haven't spent more than 7 weeks chez mes parents since I was 18. Don't get me wrong, I love my family and all that jazz, but like...it's gonna be weird. Can't deny it.

luckily my parents are excited...these are the faces they made when I said I was moving home

In addition to that, I am without a job. Yeah, I'm working on it, but I'm not sure if you're aware of the current state of the economy. Times are tough, especially in small-town Ohio. On my radar: substitute teaching, with an emphasis on French (imagine my surprise when I found out I was qualified to fill-in long term for French teachers state-wide). However, I actually have little to no idea of what will actually earn me any money.

(Shameless plug: if you want my resumé, I can email it to you. I'm pretty qualified to do stuff with kids, mindless office work, probably heavy labor, and/or anything you want to pay me to do, really. I'm good at exaggerating.)

I don't even make fun of kids who get gum all over them
And finally, I'm like the MOST single person in the history of the universe right now. It's especially helpful that my brother is now married and my sister is apparently bringing her Scottish boyfriend back with her for Christmas (from Japan...I don't get it either). It's fun enough being without a job, place to live, or health insurance; can't waiiiiit to start dating in the town that couldn't even get me a first kiss until I was nearly 17.

tiny Natalie has no idea what lies ahead
Through all this animosity (#firstworldproblems) I plan to remain positive, hilarious, and weirdly at peace. That's why I'm making this blog, I think, truly. What better way to NOT wallow in my lame-ness than by posting self-deprecating smackdowns all over the internet? That's what I thought. I refuse to throw myself a pity party here; instead, and cheesily enough, I'm hoping documenting all this sh*t will inspire myself (and you?) to live more in the present, to appreciate what I DO have, and to not take myself so dang seriously.

You in?

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