10. Twenty Six

It’s been quite a while since I’ve had the urge to write or even the time to write. Quite the excuse huh? But this past month has been non stop bridesmaid duties and a designer house show (which I will divulge into in a later post) and Peter moving in – so starting a new chapter. Needless to say, I think I’ve got a groove back and I’m super excited about it.

About two weeks ago, I turned 26. It’s such a weird age. It’s the start of “adulthood”.  Like what even is that???!! How does one “adult”?

But a few realizations hit me shortly after my birthday. 

Here’s a glimpse:

Rounding up a group of your girlfriends and deciding on when to get together, where to get together is such a hassle. Impossible? No. Can be done. Girl power.

Picking benefits. I almost had a meltdown cause I couldn’t figure it out and had to ask my mom.

Naps.

How to share a home with a boyfriend (probably easier than you think – seriously he’s like a cat, takes care of himself, except he’s probably never had this much clean underwear at one time).

Drama. It’s like a train wreck and you want to look away but you just can’t help yourself. And then you join in…

Taking time for yourself. Sometimes you just need like a minute to regroup. Or a 3 hour nap…

Hangovers get worse. I mean way worse. To the point where you find yourself sitting at the kitchen table, wrapped up in a blanket, eating crackers, drinking water and staring into the abyss of regret.

Stress – but in the sense of when you work out and realize you didn’t have those muscles…how do I pick a color for the towel that will hang on the oven and I’ll never use it? WHY IS TOILET PAPER SO EXPENSIVE. You know, things you never thought about (I did think about some of these things last year, but it’s not like it gets easier).

Coupons are like crack. It’s a sick game every week to see how much money I can save at the grocery store.

You write everything on the calendar and refer to it often “let me check my calendar.” “It’s on my calendar.” The calendar slowly became your new best friend.

Putting on pants is too much work. Why bother.

People become more annoying and the couch seems to always be a better choice.

Getting water at the bar…you know you’ve done it. Sometimes I prefer it. *No shame in my game*

When the old guy at work (seriously he’s 70 something) comes up with abbreviations such as LOL. Typically – laugh out loud. His version – look out loser. And it’s funnier than it should be.

You mix your alcohol…with seltzer water…so the hangover won’t be as bad the next day *PSA SERIOUS LIFE TIP – TRY IT*

Honestly, 26 is pretty dang similar to 25 because I still have no idea what I’m doing.

Life is just flying by the seam of your pants for the most part, because everywhere you turn there is something new happening.

*Not saying these are true for everyone, just sharing my experiences*

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