Off!

This is a blog post dedicated to being out of school, having taken the longest vacation (6 days - including two days of commencement activities, three weekend days, and one federal holiday = not actually a real vacation when I afford myself time) I have had in over a year, and having three jobs, none of which is permanent or full-time. Oh yeah, and the new cat, the old boyfriend, the semi-moved into apartment in a row house, the random affinity for leads without results, and the recurring crush on the man-boy I haven't spoken to since (junior year?) of high school.

What is this thing called being in one's early to mid-twenties? Really, I think the whole blog here is about the missteps, misinformation, and lack of real direction that I have during this time in my life. It's like we as a generation have everything at our fingertips and yet nothing at all. Some of us have husbands, babies, houses, but some of us only have the bags on our shoulder and the dreams in our heads.

I am the later, and the more happy for it, and grateful, but also the completely confused.