I used to write in a diary. One with a tiny lock and even tinier key that I hid taped in a dresser drawer. I always enjoyed jotting down my thoughts in a personal matter, whether it be about a boy I thought was cute in 5th grade (s/o to Andrew) or me venting about my annoying little brother to the only (inanimate object) that would listen.
Now, being 24 years young, I feel that I am not alone in my day-to-day struggles. I remember being in high school, thinking “Wow, people in their twenties really have their shit figured out!” I felt as though these people fresh out of college had their whole lives planned – everyone seemed so adult-y, if you will.
No one writes a book on your twenties.
I wanted to create a place where I can freely write my experiences as a 24 year old San Diegan. I excited to discuss (aka vent) about jobs, friends, love, working out, traveling, netflix, and everything in between. Hopefully during my expedition I will be able to reach other twenty-somethings that might feel just as dazed & confused as myself.
Looking forward to embarking on this journey.