20 What
Welcome to 20 What, where Iâll be chronicling the glamorous life a a 20-something girl living in Manhattan!Â
LOL JK YOU CAME TO THE WRONG PLACE IF THATâS WHAT YOUâRE AFTER. Hereâs a quick briefing on my life:
 I just turned* 24 and âcelebratedâ my six year anniversary of moving to olâ Manhattan. The Big Apple. The City That Never Sleeps. The Concrete Jungle Where Dreams Are Made Of. Iâve always dreamed of living in New  York City - as a little kid my dad printed out a picture of Columbia Universityâs library, tacked it up behind my computer, and told me âThat could be you.â** My Bat Mitzvah theme was NYC - I went from fancy store (Bloomingdaleâs) to fancier store (Sakâs) one sweltering  summer afternoon in the summer of 2005, asking for free shopping bags to integrate into the partyâs decor. When I got in to NYU***, I was so fucking pumped that I didnât sleep for a week. I would lay in bed and stay up all night thinking of my soon to be exciting/cool/sexy life in New York. I had this weird fantasy of meeting a boy in a stairwell, falling in love, and walking from wherever we were across the Brooklyn Bridge.**** And that somehow New York was the answer to my unhappiness as an overweight suburban girl who liked weird music.
Six years later, this is where Iâm at: bored af, broke af, single af (in total, read: unhappy af)***** I have a job that I hate in a field that I thought I would love - and am bored everyday, knowing that I could be somewhere else contributing something useful to society. I live in an apartment that I canât afford, am apparently on a strict â1 new friend per yearâ policy, and havenât found a boy that doesnât make me hate myself. My current goal is to get through the day without going over my Weight Watchers points allotment, and figure out what the fuck Iâm going to do with my life.
Itâs the Six Year Slump, as Iâm calling it - the total unraveling of my love for New York. I feel like time is running out before I really have to get my shit together. I know Iâm âonly 24âł and have so much âlife to liveâ blah blah blah - but why should I be complacent in being unhappy? 20 What is my attempt to get myself on track, to get myself in a place where I can make the necessary changes to get this so called shit together. So commiserate with me. Please.Â
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20 WhatÂ
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PS - Song of the day is âAgnesâ by Glass Animals (youâre welcome).
*First typed this out as âtearnedâ - Iâm doing great!
** Those Ivy League dreams were quickly washed away once I failed my first Trigonometry test.
***Much more realistic.
****As of 8/31/16, this has not happened.
*****If for some reason anyone is actually reading this, âafâ = âas fuckâ











