Everything, it seems, is falling into place. It turns out that this move was a Very Good Thing. I’ve just moved into my very own apartment (NO ROOMMATES! NO PARENTS!). It’s the first time in my life that I’ll be living totally by myself. I don’t have a bed yet. Or furniture. Or, well, anything, save for 3 suitcases of clothes. I plan to very slowly start purchasing things as my budget allows, but the bed is most certainly first on the list. It’s a very small apartment, but it’s mine (at least for now) and I couldn’t be happier.
Also: I GOT A JOB, BITCHES. Seven months of searching in Florida with scarcely an interview, and I had a job within 3 weeks of moving to Boston. Not only do I have a job, but I somehow convinced my new employers that I’m totally qualified to supervise people, so I actually have 4 therapists working below me (I NO, RITE??). Oh, and my own office. NBD.
I have been meeting a ton of new people, as well as reconnecting with old friends. The people that are still left up here have been fantastic and have helped me move and picked me up from the airport and helped me when I didn’t have a debit card yet and offered me couches to sleep on and they all deserve copious amounts of leg hugz. The new people that I’ve met are also awesome. I’m meeting people through OkCupid and I’m also looking for meetups and events and finding like-minded people and doing all the things that I never did when I was in Florida. It’s amazing how being in a place that you love can change the way you face the world in such a drastic way. I feel like I’m actually living my life now, as opposed to just surviving it.
I moved up here on a whim. I had two weeks to pack my stuff and find a place to stay. I had only the money in my savings account to get me by, and my parents bought my plane ticket up here and have not helped me financially at all since then. I was unsure how many people I still knew up here, and didn’t really care. I had no apartment. No job. Just some big ass balls. I’m so happy that it seems to be working out for me, and I’m in a Really Good Place right now. In fact, I think I’m in the best place I’ve been in a very long time, if not ever.
So to all you stupid commenters that like to tell me that I have a silver spoon in my mouth (which I never did, but whatever) and call me a privileged bitch because I happened to live at home with my parents and receive financial help from them (grad school’s a bitch, yo), you can kindly STFU now. It may have taken me longer to get on my own two feet than it takes some people, but we all progress at different rates. It is really weird to think that I’m, like, a Real Adult now, though.
Ha! Who am I kidding. I’ll never be a Real Adult. Being a Real Adult requires you to CLEAN ALL THE THINGS, and we all know how awesome I am at cleaning. Instead, I’ll just fool everyone into thinking I’m a Real Adult. That’s what we all do anyway, amirite?
I'm Britni, a snarky bitch and generally awesome person. I write about sex, love, and bullshit. If sex-positivity, discussions about BDSM and kink, queer issues, and topics that are completely inappropriate by society's standards make you uncomfortable, then this blog is not for you.
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Congrats. You have the balls to do what I can only dream of right now. But really, you’re inspiring. Keep on being awesome, okay?
Ha! Love Hyperbole & A Half.
Oh and BTW, as far as I’m concerned, being a Real Adult is ALL about fooling others into thinking you’re a Real Adult.
Internet forever.
You linked to Hyperbole and a Half? We may be soulmates.
I’m glad it’s working out so well for you – you deserve the good things that are finally coming your way
I did some of that stuff!
I moved here blind seven years ago … didn’t really know anyone except an acquaintance of a friend. No job, either. But I’m so glad I did. Glad you are glad, too
And congrats on moving in! I WAS THERE, YOU GUYS!
And I love hyperbole & a half. I want a pet alot for my berfday.
SO HAPPY FOR YOU:)
Wow you’ve literally and figuratively arrived. kudos on getting through grad school. Can’t wait to do that. I’m happy for you! enjoy the awesomeness ^^
It sounds like your life is totally meadows and rainbows. I’m really happy that you found your place called home. You deserve to be happy.
Also, no one is 100% grown-up all the time. I’m 36, and can still totally relate to the nachos for dinner and “NO! INTERNET FOREVER!” portions of Allie’s post.
Been reading your blog since you left Boston, welcome back.
way to go, mama! i knew you could do it! i smiled like a dork the whole way through that post. i haven’t been around in awhile and i’m stoked to see life swinging your way!
i’m with caryn. you do have balls! good for you – congrats!
Yay!
Good for you. Haters never like seeing someone succeed. Now you see you are stronger that you think and can make a good decision.
Glad you are here and gainfully employed. I hope your parents are proud of you and finally believe you when you kept on telling them there were no jobs in Florida.
Now you just need to find time to have dinner with a nice suburban mom.
I know I will get to meet you (and hopefully Hubman, too!) sometime soon, and I’m super excited about it!
you are awesome girl~!~
you are strong and beautiful !
and i bet its lovely up there right now
CLEAN ALL THE THINGS.
I’m really happy for you.