coming of age at 20
A blog inspired by the famous cinematic bloggers of our generation. Here, I explore the struggles of growing up at 20 as I figure out the joys and challenges that is adulthood. Follow along to my newsletter on my Substack!
There’s Probably A Mitski Song For That
How to: Transition into Life after College
I’ve got to get better at reading my emails.
I was really good at it in college. (Eek! Still feels unreal to say I’m no longer in college.) Granted, I was terrible at first, until I was forced to get better at it, but then after that, I was scarily good at staying on top of emails.
A Wedding Without A Funeral
How to: exit your head
I attended my cousin’s wedding at the start of the summer. I won’t lie to you – leading up to it, I was incredibly reluctant to the whole ordeal. He’s a year younger than me and anytime someone younger than me gets engaged or married, I panic. I can’t explain it; maybe it’s a combination of fears about what’s expected of my own timeline and religious impacts, but that’s for another day. But I went because I didn’t want to leave everything on a sour note.
Golden Hour
How to: Deal with Corporate Rejection
I feel as if I’m experiencing several different crises all at once. It’s not midlife, as I’m only 22. But at the same time, I can feel the effects of aging catch up to me. I had a job interview recently that asked me if I had any body mobility limitations that might interfere with the job and I had to really think about it.
Fleabag, again
How to: treat a cold as an adult who is also a big baby
It’s the part in Fleabag, you know the one, the confession scene. Before the saucy makeout scene, which by the way, I watched, all alone and, yeah, there are numerous sex scenes throughout the show but this particular scene made me incredibly flustered.
But before that:
Sadness isn’t Shameful
How to: cope with your neverending grief
Sometimes, mostly at night, I gain a desire to read something so gutwrenchingly sad in order to feel a sense of longing. I love that word, “longing.” The sad times are the best ways to examine love. I started reading Crying in H Mart and I’ve never felt so seen by a book. It shows the reconciliation that the daughter of an immigrant must go through to really see the love from her mother. It’s real and it’s beautiful.
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