I'm back

Hello. It's me. (Emily)

Once upon a time, I was an intern for a news organization. It was my first real "grown-up" job, and it was tough. I worked a lot, I had to commute to a city an hour away, I had to wear nice clothes and look "presentable."

It was a struggle. So I decided to write about it.

I've taken all those posts down because they are embarrassing, but to summarize: the people I worked with were weird and funny, I sniped a Star Trek book from a guy who looked like Morgan from Chuck at a silent auction, and I spilled purple-colored liquids on myself a lot. It was an interesting summer.

Now, two years later, I'm back to writing on this blog again, because I'm still trying to cope with adulthood.

My life is actually really good. I love reading blogs, especially of people who are friends-of-friends, especially of people who are struggling with something and are choosing to share all the messy details on the internet. I don't know, I guess I really love raw emotion and I love trying to understand how people feel. And sometimes they say inspirational stuff about how even though life sucks it will probably get better, so that's good too.

But I can't really run a blog like that. I'm a college graduate working a full-time, paid position in the field I studied where I don't even have to dress up nice (because it's Saturday and I can, I'm wearing a Batman T-shirt and the hot pink sweatshirt my friend Shannon got me to replace the one her golden retriever ate), I'm married to a really great guy and we don't have any problems, no one I love is dead or dying, I get to sleep in as late as I want because my shift starts at 2 p.m., I have Netflix AND Amazon Prime. There is literally nothing bad in my life.

So why is it still so hard?

My name is Emily, I'm an adult, and I'm really bad at it. Welcome to my blog.