This month I turn 29, my last year in my 20s. Insanely enough, I started this blog when I was 21. So I’m creeping up on 8 years writing on this blog.
In that time, we’ve had a name change from Hookup Culture to Rosie Culture. I was a recently-dumped broken-hearted sorority girl trying to find comfort anywhere and in any person I could.
I graduated college and got an internship. Then I got a job and lived at home with my parents. And then I got another job and moved out.
I rekindled things with my now-fiancé. And I moved again, this time being able to live completely on my own which I will forever stand by that’s something everyone should do.
My childhood dog died and I moved again. This time with my now-fiancé. We got a dog. I got promoted and we moved to New Hampshire which was the best decision we ever made, he said around that time was when he knew he was going to marry me.
We traveled the world. My aunt died. A pandemic struck. My fiancé’s childhood dog died. I got laid off due to the pandemic and we moved back to New Jersey.
I got my appendix taken out, my first real surgery. I started navigating life a little better. I feel now I’m coming into my own at 28, almost 29 years old.
So the moral of the story is your 20s are a volatile time, things change A LOT and they change fast! Nothing will ever go according to plan, so just go with it. I’m proud of myself at the end of the day, I’ve struggled a lot through my mental health and finding my purpose in life. Maybe there is no purpose other than to find love where you can and hold onto it. I’m going to make the most of my last year in my 20s, and even though I’m TERRIFIED of getting old, I’m not terrified of entering a new decade of my life.