On the outside, I’m a twentythree year old “bronde”, with firetruck red nails, impeccable eyebrows, and bravely sporting a leather jacket and a tattoo on my forearm.
On the inside, I’m an insecure, twentythree year old, who has recently come to terms with the fact that I just quit my job, have no income flow, and am moving to San Diego in less than a week with no clue about what I just got myself into or what I’m going to do about it.
Yepp. You read that right. I have decided, because of personal reasons (obvi), that it’s time to return home to my family and friends in sunny San Diego and figure out life there.
You could say that I’m terrified, but I don’t know if that even describes how I’m feeling at the moment.
For the first time in my life, I don’t have a plan. I don’t know what’s going to happen when I move back because I haven’t really planned that far in advance yet.
All I know is I have no job, no income, no car, no car insurance, and no long-term living situation put in place yet.
And it all feels extremely odd. Not because I have no money coming in anymore (which is actually quite terrifying), but because of how not stressed I am with everything that I need to get done.
Maybe it’s because I’m literally taking this one step at a time.
One step at a time. A lot of coffee. And killer eyebrows.