It has come to my attention recently that I am supposed to be an adult but I have no idea what this entails. After graduating college I figured that I would get a great job, have a famous boyfriend and live in a luxury condo (ambitious I know). Instead I basically pay to have a job, must use crazy apps to meet men and live in a shanty home in the ghetto. During these post grad years I have experienced wonderful growth brought on by an onslaught of strange experiences. I realized that I  cannot be alone in my feelings so I decided to start a blog. The awkward art of growing up… Because the beauty of life is finding the art in everything. Cheers to you fellow non adults. We gotta stick together.