Has anyone else noticed that the older we get, the more we realize that "adulting" is just Googling how to do things? Like, I genuinely believe my life skills peaked at making ramen in college, and now I’m over here trying to figure out how to fix a leaky faucet with a YouTube tutorial playing in the background. Meanwhile, my 10-year-old cousin is practically running a side hustle, and I’m still t...
I have this theory that the moment you start adulting, you develop a sixth sense for awful small talk. Like, "Hey, how’s work?" quickly becomes a minefield of awkward pauses and forced enthusiasm. Meanwhile, I’m sitting there thinking: “I could be home binge-watching a show where even the plot twists are more interesting than my life.” Can we talk about something real for once? Or does everyone ju...
So, I decided to finally try that solo travel thing everyone raves about. Booked a cute little cabin in the woods, thinking it would be all “Eat, Pray, Love” vibes. Day one? I nearly set myself on fire trying to cook pasta, and now I’m trying to convince the forest raccoons that I’m not their new roommate. Not sure what’s more terrifying—getting lost in the woods or realizing I have no one to laugh with about my tragic cooking skills. Who knew adulting would involve this level of wilderness survival?
So, I decided to finally try that solo travel thing everyone raves about. Booked a cute little cabin in the woods, thinking it would be all “Eat, Pray, Love” vibes. Day one? I nearly set myself on fire trying to cook pasta, and now I’m trying to convince the forest raccoons that I’m not their new roommate. Not sure what’s more terrifying—getting lost in the woods or realizing I have no one to laugh with about my tragic cooking skills. Who knew adulting would involve this level of wilderness survival?
I’m pretty sure that my real talent in life is making the worst possible choices when it comes to hobbies. Like, I decided to get into baking during the pandemic, and now my kitchen looks like a crime scene. Flour everywhere, burnt cookies that resemble hockey pucks, and a sourdough starter that I've named "Yeastie Boys" because it's clearly more successful than I am. Meanwhile, my friends keep as...