Transitioning To Adulthood Is Tough When All Your Friends Want To Stay Kids

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How does one begin to “adult” — a word that your generation made up to describe something people have been doing for thousands of years — in a world hell-bent on stopping you from adulting? Yep, I’m trying to figure that out, too. 

Being a millennial is hard. (Cue about one million eye rolls.) But it’s not for our entitlement, lack of perceived motivation, or any of the other stereotypes. It seems like everywhere we look, we're telling ourselves to do things the easy way. How do we fight against that?

I know what you’re thinking: “Here comes another think piece from an entitled millennial baby.” Think piece? Yes. Millennial baby? Maybe. Entitled? Hell no. 

We live in a society that has made it far too easy for our generation — myself included — to shirk responsibilities and chill in the slow lane. I graduated three years ago with dreams of making it big as a writer, and within six months of graduating I found myself living at home with a job nowhere near my desires.

The strangest part is that everyone was totally fine with it. Like, a little too fine: The parents that should have been eager to see me out of the house were instead all too overjoyed to have me back in the nest again. The friends who should have been inspiring jealousy with their cool new jobs and sweet apartments were just like me — back at home — and so I coasted back into the groove of High School me, only with student loan debt, a degree, and no savings.

To be honest, it was kind of fun living the simple life again when everyone else was on the same life path, but it was hard to get the motivation to do more and achieve something other than what was expected. It wasn’t too long before I had a job in my desired field, an apartment in the City of Angels, and a little less debt, but sadly, I was the only one who had changed my situation.

It’s awkward being the only one of your friends attempting to give more than the bare minimum, or explaining to your parents why you would rather struggle in a cramped apartment than live under their roof at age 24, but it’s worth it, right? Someone please tell me it’s worth it. 

To be honest, I’m not sure who’s going to end up on the wrong side of history in this argument. Maybe past generations flew the coop far too soon, or this generation is going to end up as dependent perma-children. Who knows? All I can count on is following my own path. 

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