Cooking was always something that either I watched my mother and grandmother do, or something that miraculously happened in the microwave. Burning popcorn and melting Lean Cuisine packages were my specialty in high school. Come college, I ate whatever Ms. Edna and Ms. Louise, our sorority cooks, prepared... even the chicken fried steak, ughhhh. Post kitchen hour meals consisted of late night Ramen (hello, microwave friend) or possibly a pizza if someone’s parents put money in their account.
While on a recent trip to Disneyworld, I was confronted by the very strange reality that I am no longer the person I was at 18. Sure, It’s obvious by my hairline that I in no way resemble a high schooler, but I’m not referring to my physical appearance or even really my personality. What I am referring to are the subtle insecurities that I have wrestled with for the past 10(ish) years.
I don’t know if many people can say this, but the day I lost my job was the best day of my life. Although I was happy to have a job and an income, that was about the extent of my happiness. It was really sad to think I wasn’t enjoying the majority of the hours in my week because they were being spent at a job I hated.
As I was leaving work that day, which was less of leaving and more of being forced out the door, I immediately picked up the phone and called the camp director of the summer camp I had worked for since I was 16. I left her a voicemail filled with tears and desperation, telling her I needed a place to go for the summer. She called me back immediately and said, “Can you be here tomorrow?” And I was there.
By Sara Woznicki
When I was in college, I just KNEW I was going to study abroad for at least a semester. After graduating college without making it out of the country, I just KNEW I was going to travel within the first few months. Then after missing that deadline, I held my roommate’s feet to the fire until we actually booked a trip. Then a few more trips fell into place, and just like that, I was the traveler I always wanted to be.
Real talk: I don’t make that much money, so traveling cheaply is essential. Here are the 9 tips I’ve collected and stuck to in order to make traveling affordable.
By Devin White
As a 20-something, it is often hard to find new ways to meet people and hang out that are not at bars. I mean, bars are pretty cool, but that is not everyone’s cup of tea and, honestly, not usually mine.
I mean, even if you like bars, they can get tiring. Going out drinking can take it out of you, especially when you have that one night when you get way too drunk and decide to swear off bars for a while because man you messed up.
I think every twenty something, at least once, has made the resolution on the new year or somewhere in between, “I’m going to start going to the gym.” I’ve done it. Many times, in fact. And many times, I had failed.
Let me quickly back up and tell my story. A little over two years ago, I was 30 pounds heavier and self-conscious. I thought I what I ate was healthy but it wasn’t. I considered my bowling career to be an active lifestyle.
One of the common struggles of being a twenty something and learning to navigate adulthood is learning how to (and in many cases, how not to) manage money. For myself, much of that “money management” has entailed learning how to best stretch what little money I have. I feel that this is a common dilemma among the twenty something demographic. Because let’s face it, whether you’re specifically gifted at managing your finances or you’re more like me and tend to become overly generous when you go out for a night on the town, most of us are just starting out.
Growing up, I, as many youths do, had lots of questions about the ways of the world. Where does the wax disappear to when you burn a candle? Can you breathe through your nose and your mouth at the same time? How come Alyssa was allowed to get her ears double pierced but I’m not?? Many of the questions of my youth have cleared up over time (Wax oxidizes. Yes, you can breathe through both at the same time with practice. “Because you’re not Alyssa and you will follow my rules in my house”). But the answers to others have long eluded me into my young adulthood. But one of the questions I found myself wondering more often than others was, “How do you know when to get married?”
By Sarah Daniel
Traveling happens to be one of my favorite things. And it comes as a surprise to many that it's something I often do alone. I can’t tell you how many times people have said to me, “I can’t believe you do that. I could never do that. Isn’t that scary?” First off, you can do it, you simply have to give it a try. And second, it’s not scary at all--just incredibly freeing.
By Jeana Medlin
A four-night stay at an all-inclusive resort in the Dominican Republic sounds like a dreamy way to spend the week before you start your new job, right?
That’s what my friend and I thought. The trip was dreamy, but it ended up a nightmare, and I can’t tell you one thing about the Dominican because we never actually made it. You must be wondering what could possibly have gone down to make our trip such a disaster. The answer is that everything that could have possibly went wrong...did.