The Life of a Twenty-Something...growing up.
This blog will take you through my post-collegiate life, as I embark upon a new career, and face different and often difficult challenges of becoming a young, independent, Pakistani woman in the United States.
It will chronicle my (hopefully short time) moving back home, how I am going to adjust to it after living away for four years....
this should be interesting.
Changes
I hate when the kid behind the counter called me “ma’am” when I ordered food, or when I bought a smoothie, or bought coffee. I’m not fucking old, ok, I am two weeks shy of my 23rd birthday, that does not mean I should be called “ma’am.” It’s really annoying.
I do realize I’m not a child anymore and that I have adult responsibilities, but seriously, at the same time, I don’t want to have to deal with little kids doing that.
Anyway this post is much more than me commenting on being called “ma’am”, it’s about growing up and no longer being a child. I have bigger responsibitlies and I do a good job fulfilling them, and I admit that being an ‘adult’ is difficult, but it’s a title that I will embrace. I want to be responsible; it is not all fun and games and I should be serious about my pursuits.
I look at the Sidra from one year ago, and the Sidra today—and we are so different, but the same. I’ve grown up so much, I’ve become smarter and more rational with my actions, the way in which I carry myself. I do miss certain things and do not at all believe the fun should be cut out of my life, but unfortunately that comes along with the territory of living back at home. Do I wish I could be in Las Vegas with my friends this weekend? Sure I wish I could be there with them. But do I agree with the college mentality that fun can only be had while drunk? Absolutely not and I would so rather not be apart of that culture. But I do think the occasionaly club nights and going out like that would be a ton of fun, and I definitely miss it.
That’s one of the things about moving home and having a boyfriend; I live at home so it’s hard to hang out with my friends very often; and I have a boyfriend so in my free time I am often with him by default. It’s nice to be with him, but I miss my friends. I feel like because I have been so MIA they automatically don’t think to invite me out since I wasn’t always available in the first place. So I have to make more of an effort and stop ditching these girls who I love and have so much fun being with.
Ok well that’s all for now. Life changes, and it’s a fun little change. I had to get to this step anyway; I’m just happy I’m not a 6th year at UCI going to a sorority crush party like a certain boy I know (so gross!)
