I’m terrible at introductions, so forgive me for the ramblings. After this we can move on to bigger and better things.
I’m Niki – a May 2012 Temple University college graduate (Go Owls!) who just moved to the D.C. area for my first post-grad job as a PR specialist at an animal advocacy non-profit. I live with my goofy yet charming fiance and our two home-wrecking adorable cats, Winston and Sophie. All together, we make quite the dysfunctional family. Somehow – we make it work.
So why the blog? “Because everyone else is doing it.”
Or because as a post-grad who just started a new job, in a new city, preparing for a wedding while living 200 miles away from my closest friends and family…quite frankly I needed somewhere to air my dirty laundry.
But also because I hope that it will be a place where I can share the things I’m learning and the mistakes I’m making… to catalog my own growth, or connect with those who are experiencing the same things.
You see, as a 22-soon-to-be-23-year-old, I am finding myself at an important transition in life. While I’ve essentially been “on my own” since I was 15 and got my first job to support myself, I always had the fortune of having my family to fall back on if I ever really needed anything.
But with my degree in hand, student loan debt up to my ears, working my first full-time job and getting ready to become a Mrs., adulthood has hit me in the face at 80 mph and I’m going through a little bit of whiplash from all the talk of insurance enrollment and 401k plans all while living in a strange new city where I’m tasked with having to establish myself all over again.
On the ride to work this morning, AC/DC’s “Thunderstruck” came on the radio. I laughed because I was immediately taken back to my diaper-wearing days, when I’d grab onto my dad’s hairy leg, bobbing and shaking my head like a true 80’s rocker. While I sat at the red light humming through the words, I felt a pang of regret for wishing those days away so fiercely.
As kids, we want so badly to grow up. We rush through the years of playgrounds, middle school cafeterias and high school English classes just so we can officially call ourselves “adults.” When I was little I used to daydream about how cool it was going to be to drive my own car and have my own house so I could see my friends whenever I wanted and not have to worry about my mom yelling at me to pick up my shoes. But now that I’m here, and that I’ve reached the stop I’ve been waiting for, I can’t help but wish I had spent more time with crayons in my hand, covered in dirt, playing with caterpillars and enjoying the little things I so greatly took advantage of.
So this first post is a promise to myself. A promise to not rush through the days wishing for something bigger and better. A promise to take a step back from the 9 to 5 life that I complain about and realize how incredibly lucky I am to have a job when so many don’t. A promise to be kinder and spend more time showing my friends and family how much I love them. A promise to “carpe the diem” that Robin Williams always talked about. And lastly, a promise to fully believe that the best is yet to come.