I only have three days left of my 20s.

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I only have three days left of my 20s.
What else is there to say? Classic 20-something problem, right? Right. Anyone who’s in their mid-20s and claims to have their shit together is lying to you and themselves. Or so I tell myself, cause I really am lost here.
I really really really can't wait until I am afford an apartment without having roommates.
This morning I noticed grey hairs in my bangs. This afternoon I got carded (again) for an R-rated movie. I'm not sure which feels worse.
When my boss asks me what her ATM PIN is
The Post-Grad Life: Two Years Later
It’s been two years today since I graduated college. It took me a little over a year to find my first job and begin my life as a real person, but I couldn’t be happier. To sum up my thoughts about my two-year anniversary of being a college graduate, I thought I’d channel the Five Stages of Grief (thanks, PSYCH 100):
Stage 1: Denial
I can’t believe it’s been two years. It was just yesterday that I accepted my diploma and became an alum. Where did the time go?
Stage 2: Anger
Two years already? I spent my first year out of college at home and looking for a job, why did it take so long for me to get here? And I can’t go out and rage on weeknights and sleep in until noon because I have to get up early for my job. And everything is starting to get soooo expensive. #realworldproblems
Stage 3: Bargaining
I’m not too old to go back for Welcome Week, right? I use my college ID to get discounts at Topshop and J.Crew. I moved my younger brother into his apartment at the beginning of the school year, and went out with his friends and raged at a house party—I blended right in. But then I realized I had to leave the next day and go back to work…
Stage 4: Depression
“When I was a student…” Okay, now I feel OLD (even though, as mentioned above, I don’t look it). I see my sorority growing, but I don’t know any of the younger girls. The girls who were freshman and sophomores when I was a senior are now upperclassmen. I know my mind and body can’t handle drinking on the regular, and that’s really depressing.
Stage 5: Acceptance
I’ve learned a lot in these past two years. I’m (finally) a real person now with a real job and a real salary—definitely not the same person I was two years ago. It took me a while to get here, but I’m really content with my life right now. I knew my dream job wouldn’t arise after I graduated, but I didn’t realize it would take a year and a half to get a job. And yes, you still encounter the frat boy after college, but there’s plenty of other fish in the sea, too :)
You know you're old when you ask people a question and if they say what you wanted to hear you say "wonderful" Also, I'm just saying, if you wouldn't leave your cell phone in the car unattended don't leave your CHILD in your car unattended
Anytime I get to leave work a little bit early.