Ever since the very catchy, very popular release of Taylor Swift’s ‘22‘, we’ve been dreaming of our 22nd birthdays so we can get blindly drunk, maybe stand on a table, and belt out the lyrics.
I admit this will occur in the typical “basic b*tch” fashion at the house party I’m throwing on Saturday. However, my actual birthday, whilst lovely, ended with me in bed, dying for a nap in very glamourous sweat pants. I crashed by 5pm due to a bug I’ve been struggling with for about five days. Not the attractive, frenzy that should be your early twenties.
With this all comes the realisation that actually I am a fully fledged adult, things are expected of me now (HELP!).
I’m not a student any more.
I’ve not just turned 21, free and fun,
I am a solid 22.
There’s no escaping my 20s now.
I have a budget spreadsheet.
I make more lists than ever.
I pay rent to my mum.
I now fit in with my older colleagues when talking about the new 16 year olds.
I spend my time either at work or on Netflix.
I have to plan to meet up with uni mates.
I say to people let’s meet up and then we never do.
I have to plan nights out! Where’s the spontaneity?
As Greg James would say “students now think that I’m old.”
Is this now? Am I old?
Seriously though, my life is more #hatebeing22, Greg James style than Tay Tay’s idyllic 22. I recommend a listen to Greg’s song on YouTube, if nothing else for a giggle, but to know that you’re not alone because so many people can relate to it.
That’s the thing, you’re not.
It takes new graduates an average of six months to find a job depending on their field.
That’s six months, at least, of knock backs but every time you upload another variation of your CV and a cover letter that you can’t bare to read through one more time, just remember you’re being resilient – keep going. Another rejection? Have a few hours to feel sorry for yourself; put Gossip Girl on Netflix, think about how amazing it would be to live on the Upper East Side funded by rich parents, then try applying again.
Your 20s are about learning all the stuff you wish you already knew and regularly exclaiming,
“why didn’t they teach me this in school?”
Something to note, in her late 40s my mum made a career change. She was happier at work than I’d seen her for years.
My 50 year old dad, still says he doesn’t know what to do.
Now is when you learn how to be resilient.
…or at least look like you’re being resilient because if there’s anything I learnt from uni it’s that people look like they know what they’re doing but really they’re a hot mess inside just hoping someone will meet them at ‘spoons to drown their sorrows.
From here onwards, these posts will be my stories and thoughts of how I’m surviving my 20s as a new graduate, living at home.