Just Write

Inside
Today marks three months since I've left my college home and started a new life in a strange new city/suburb/town. I wish I could say these three months have been filled with new friends, life changing adventures, fame, fortune, love and whatever other empty events every 20 something coming of age movie has. I've felt some challenges and tried to grow, but there's still an emptiness that I don't quite understand. I close my eyes and try to focus on it, but all I can hear is "just write."

Outside
I'm 22 and have an ability to make even the most banal of events into some strange dramatic odyssey. This blog is part journal, part self-help attempt, but mostly a log of why Taylor Swift doesn't have an ubiquitous understanding of every 22 year old. I don't know about you, but for some reason I really believed that every one would have the same experience as a mega millionaire pop star. I still don't understand taxes.