The summer I turned adult

With September slowly bringing colder weather, it seems like a perfect opportunity to look back on my summer. I was mostly working, preparing to move out, and spending some lovely time with my family and friends.

On the other hand, I also lost my job, felt overwhelmed about all the choices I had to make regarding my apartment, got dumped, and had to put in extra work to submit a corrected version of my bachelor's thesis.

As you can see, I definitely wasn´t bored. But let´s talk about it one by one.

Finding an "adult job", as I like to call it (working in an office, sipping coffee from an old company mug, earning nice money), is an exhausting process. And even when you get it, it still takes you a lot of time to feel at least a bit competent.

But slowly, you find your way around, start to greet your colleagues with their first name, and say stuff like "the coverage should be until week 46, should I write an email to France to let them know?" It feels empowering because you feel like you´re in a movie, making small talk in the company kitchen, discussing your colleagues´ kids.

If we were to think in terms of movie philosophy, then getting fired is the typical plot move for my character to undergo development. To quote Birds of Prey, "no cop ever gets anything done until after they get suspended."

Learning how to handle rejection is also a significant part of adulthood. And as I wrote in the second paragraph, the work one was not the only rejection I had to deal with.

To be honest, since I´m an emotionally driven person, I expected to have a long process of mourning my rejections, but it took me literally one day to accept it and move on. And that´s when I realised, I might be more mature than I thought. The hurt kid turned into a deliberate adult.

That, and the fact that my feelings towards the boy turned out to be more hollow than Balaton Lake, and I realised that, considering my job, now I can try to pursue my dream job, writing for a magazine. Plus, I´m lucky enough to have a supportive net in the shape of my family and friends, who take me out for a few frozen margaritas in case I´m feeling blue, and have a handful of mocking Reels on hand ready to be fired at anyone who did me wrong.

Lastly, my apartment. Oh boy, I´m smiling just thinking about it. It´s the most colourful, organised, mismatched pit of my dreams. The complete opposite of what I thought my apartment would look like, yet it´s a literal mirror of my soul.

And however lost I felt during the process, it seems to come together now. All that is left to do is to defend my thesis, and I can start a new adventure. I have no idea what it will be, but doesn´t it make it even more exciting?

Love,

Book and Tea Girl