Circa 2015, this page used to read, “I’m Michael, a young twentysomething living in Upstate, NY.”
A lot has changed since 2015. Now, I am an old twentysomething living in New York City – the greatest city in the world. And although three years doesn’t seem to be that long, it feels like a lifetime for a twentysomething. Now, one year closer to thirty, my pants don’t fit, I am eternally out of wine, and my cat is my best friend. But also in that time, I’ve learned how to love myself again, I’ve learned where my confidence stems from, and I’ve created some of the best friendships of a lifetime.
I’m a writer, a coffee drinker, and now, after a two year break, I’m a blogger once again. Except this time, I’m going to focus on the “older twentysomething” experience, because, regardless of how much we’ve all grown, I know I’m not the only one who finds myself eating ice cream for dinner at 9:00pm on my couch after a really exhausting day, pantless.
Here’s a picture of me writing, with pants on
(although you can’t see them):