Well it’s been exactly 349 days since I graduated from college, or as I like to think of it, my 349th day in my crash course in adulting. While I am nowhere near having figured it all out (will I ever??), I have learned a few things along the way. Maybe it’ll help some of you “adults” out there or soon-to-be college grads. Here are some Adulting Struggles and how I’ve attempted to solve them. Continue reading
It all started with my GoogleMaps.
Sitting in my car, I started to type in “home.” I have “home” set to my apartment in Manayunk, although it wasn’t until I was typing it in that I felt weird calling my current apartment “home.” Sure, I love my apartment and love my roommate, but is it really “home”? And thus, the simple task of opening GoogleMaps lead to a philosophical internal debate about what “home” means to me.
This is what I think about as an “adult.”
“Home” really isn’t my apartment in Manayunk. Nor is it my parents’ house in New Jersey. The closest thing to “home” is Villanova, but hey, I don’t really belong there anymore. So really, where is my “home”? Continue reading
I work with women. Basically all women. In the small PR agency of 40+ people, only 2 of them majorly contribute to the testosterone level. When I first started, I didn’t really notice that we were ALL female (honestly because what do you expect in the communication field), but then I realized I don’t mind working with women. I actually love it. Here’s why.
Ampersand 