I'm a twentysomething.
And this just seemed terrifying. There's so much that's meant to happen in your twenties. People get married. They have careers. They buy houses and produce offspring! It's a big deal!
I'll have to do these things. Scariest of all I'll have to leave my comfort zone at uni and work as a designer and be good and compete and don't get eaten alive by the industry.
Then I thought again.
Some big things have happened recently, some earthbreaking life changing things.
I'm living away from home for the first time. I'll spend more of this year with my uni family than my real one.
I'm fending for my self (sort of). I'm doing grown up things. I'm feeding myself and hoovering and trying to shuffle a messy little life of my own together.
And do far it's working. Haven't starved. Haven't given up.
Most importantly, I'm making mistakes. Ones that a year ago that would have eaten me up and now (albeit after a little anxiety), they get shrugged off again.
Even after all this is over (a long way off yet) they'll all still be here, they'll have my back, they'll back me up when I get fucked about and I know I'll do the same for them.
So this is it.
This is me rambling and writing and drawing and cooking my way into my twenties.
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