Summer Lovin

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Theres something about a summer wedding that is so exciting. The weather, combined with the limitless supply of outfit choices (hello brights and pastels), and some white wine, make it a fun alternative to your usual Saturday night.

Tomorrow I’ll be attending my cousins wedding! I couldn’t be more excited to see my family and take part in this special moment in her life. I do find however, that us early twenty somethings are currently in a bit of a limbo at these family functions. We’re not yet old enough for it to be the nuptials of one of our friends (at least I hope not), so the crowd tends to be a little older, and possibly a little less able to handle their alcohol. But at the same time, we’re not young enough to be sitting with the flower girls at the kids’ table. Still, it might take your Great Aunt Sally by surprise when she sees you imbibing with the cousins to get through all the questions about your future.

Despite all this, I think we should embrace this awkward and exciting time in our lives. Five years from now, we’ll be those people attending the nuptials of our college friends, downing glasses of wine between toasts at the horrifying realization that “we’re next”.

At the moment, limbo isn’t looking so bad.

But until tomorrows festivities, I’ll be focusing on one thing: my outfit! Stay tuned…

And So It Begins

A week ago today, I received my first post-graduate job offer. I’ve always imagined that moment to be one of pure bliss and happiness, one in which I can taste my freedom coming right around the corner. Unfortunately, my reaction was not one I expected, or anyone else for that matter. Nope, I went into full-blown panic mode.

It wasn’t that I wasn’t excited about the opportunity or didn’t want the job. Rather, it was my fear of what was next. The big scary word that we all talk about, think about, dream about all our lives, but run screaming from once its our turn.


Lets face it, despite our constant groans and exclamations of how we “just can’t wait to grow up” every time we hit some sort of youth-related glass ceiling, the prospect is scary. Real life, adulthood, is scary. But at the same time, it’s so unbelievably exciting. I can’t wait to clip coupons, do my own laundry, earn my own living, and even go to sleep by 10 PM on a Tuesday (yes I know, at the moment this may seem unheard of). Most of all, I can’t wait to see where this journey takes me next!

As I stand on the edge of the cliff ready to take the jump, I have come to a seemingly obvious conclusion: I’m not the only one. This blog will follow my adventures as I endure my last few weeks living at home with my family (hi mom and dad!) and deal with the beauty and growing pains of post graduate life.