I am not a Grown Up

posted 15th July 2009    Written by: Andrea    CATEGORY: All Posts, Andrea, Love/Relationships, Quarterlife Crisis, Season 1

INTRODUCING ANDREA

A New Chapter of my Life: “The Quarterlife Crisis.”

If you ask any little girl what they want to do when they grow up, chances are they will say something along the lines of, “ I want to be a ballerina!”

I know I did!

If you were to ask me how old I would be when I was finally a Grown Up, I would have said twenty-five.

News flash, I turned 25 on the 4th of July of this year.

I am not a Grown Up.

My name is Andrea Genevieve and I live with my 2 best friends in a row house in Capitol Hill in Washington, DC. Contrary to popular belief, we do not work in the political arena. In fact, we don’t ever really talk politics; we talk more about boys and nail polish. We live there because we have a nice large kitchen, actual grass and an awesome porch. It’s become our own little home.

Living in DC is pretty exciting and there is always some event we are rushing around to attend.  I do have days where I hate my job, my boss, the current “beau” situation and just plain hate life. Other days I am totally enthralled and grateful to be living in a city with such opportunity.  To combat this rage, my roommates and I look to bottles of vino, Netflix, some good music to sing to and each other. I don’t know what I would do without these other Non-Grown-Up girls.

Three things you should know about me:

  1. I’m a writer
  2. I am up to my armpits in student loan debt, but I spend money I don’t have on clothes, food and drinks.
  3. I have no idea what I am doing with my life.

Two years ago, I finished graduate school and moved to DC to live my dream. Only problem was, I had no idea what that was, or how long it would take me to find it.

When I first moved here, I thought it would only be temporary until I moved in with a boy and settled down. Within 9 months it hit me like a proverbial bus that this was NOT going to be my plan. I realized I craved adventure, excitement, chaos and crowds; I had become a city girl.

As a city girl, my life started to become one big disaster after another. Yet, these disasters always taught me something and led me one step closer to finding my place and purpose in the world. One time, I actually thought I cooked my blackberry in the pot roast during a dinner party. From this I learned to plan accordingly, ask for help and keep electronics out of the kitchen!  Honestly, I could not write this stuff! (This is a token phrase in our household.)

When I saw the opportunity to write for this blog, I thought to myself, “Maybe I should be writing this stuff!”

I’m sure there are many of you suffering through the same daily dramas I do and struggling to answer questions about social timelines, life goals, marriage, babies, friendships, financial problems, finding true meaning to life and discovering ultimate happiness. You want to get tattoos, (I got my first one on June 4th!) travel the world, fall in love with a white knight and document the entire story with pictures, video and words.

My life has always been measured in words and this is my chance to share, comment, converse and continue writing those words with a new chapter I call, “The Quarterlife Crisis.”

Andrea (new) bio.

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