Fast forward to now. I'm 23 years old and living in the smallest state in the country, in a town best known for putting obnoxious accents on innocent words and for being neighbors with Pauly D. I recently graduated from college and moved back in with mom and dad to save a little money. Before moving home, I spent five years living in Boston, where I met some of the most amazing people, had some of the most amazing experiences and left with the most amazing memories. If I had it my way, I would still be there. Or in New York City. Or at the very least, somewhere with a population greater than 30,000 people. But, I got into some beef with this bitch named Sallie Mae; apparently I owe her a ton of money and I was forced to move home.
Yes, living at home has its benefits (it's free and Babs makes a mean four course dinner) but it's not all rainbows and fresh laundry. I miss the independence that comes with living on your own. I miss public transportation. And I miss the sweet sounds of police sirens and trains speeding past my window at night. I also miss my social life- it got lost somewhere between the day I graduated and my first day of work in the "real world". When I'm not working, I spend most of my time hanging out with my mom. Seriously. My manfriend lives in Chicago, which makes hanging out a little difficult. And my friends all have manfriends too, but theirs live down the street, so that makes hanging out with them a little difficult as well. So, naturally, I'm a little bored. But if I wasn't bored, then I wouldn't have time to chronicle my life for you on this blog. The fact that you're even reading this blog probably means you're bored, too- at least now you have someone to commiserate with. See? Everything really does happen for a reason!
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