I come to you from my cozy, queen-size bed somewhere in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia, where I am currently working on The Atlanta Journal-Constitution’s investigative team.
Yes, that is right: I am no longer a student at UNC — and thank goodness, might I add. Not to be a Negative Nancy™, but that school drove me to the brink of insanity 🙂.
Many things in my life have changed since the start of this year, and even within the past month (and something tells me change will be a constant from now on.) But I will do my best to outline some of the more important stuff.
I acquired a human.
He is a very nice — and handsome — human. I love him.
I’ll give you the condensed version of the story of how we met, but in the midst of my moodiness in December (which I detailed in a very long, winding blog post in January), I downloaded Hinge — a classic sign of mental instability a mon avis, like cutting bangs or booking tickets to Paris on a whim. Oops.
Valentine’s Day rolls around, and I am still swimming in a pool of bad, bad vibes. I deliver roses to my dear friend Anjali’s mother, and we have a conversation about how men suck with a capital “S.” What I hadn’t yet noticed was that some guy had liked my profile at 2:30 a.m. the same day.
He had “French” on his profile for whatever reason, and had liked a photo of me smiling next to the River Seine. I did not think much would come of it when we began texting each other exclusively in French.
Yeah, about that… I visited him in San Francisco, where he is interning, for his birthday last month.
I moved to Georgia (and my friends came to visit.)
They drove a whole six hours to see me last week.
One of my favorite memories of their visit is when, as Anjali’s boyfriend slept in their Airbnb bedroom, Anjali, Dhruthi and I spent till 3 a.m. catching up, talking about our hopes and dreams for the future and watching a 2000s rom-com (27 Dresses, if you were interested — solid 5/10.) After a four-hour power nap, Dhruthi and I woke up at 7 a.m., grabbed lattes in the early morning and walked along the Atlanta BeltLine. God I miss them.
I have no f*cking clue what my future will look like.
Dunno if historians are going to use this blog as an artifact or some shit one day, but FYI: the job market in 2025 is fuckkkkeeeeedddd. And I mean fucked.
I have tossed my name in the hat for a few positions. But to be honest, even though I have some idea of where I would like to be, my future remains ~*unclear*~ (cue: spooky music.) I’m trying my best to be hopeful — I’ve been told that uncertainty is a hallmark of being in your early twenties. But it can be kind of hard sometimes, especially because it feels like I had to overcome a lot as a college student and I’d like for that hard work to pay off.
Anyway. I will keep you posted. See ya.