She Strengthens

A Life of Uncertainty: Navigating the Ups and Downs of Adulthood

Growing up, I never imagined that my early twenties would be marked by constant uncertainty and struggle. But that’s exactly what happened. After graduating from college, I found myself back in my small hometown in northern California, unable to secure a job. The media may have declared the recession over, but my reality told a different story.

Taking a Leap of Faith

Frustrated with the direction of my life, I decided to take a risk and start anew. I sold my car and most of my belongings, and moved to New York City. The excitement of a new city was short-lived, however. Within six months, I was struggling to make ends meet, living like a hermit to save money, and feeling miserable.

A Series of False Starts

I soon realized that NYC wasn’t for me, and I booked a one-way ticket to Seattle. But Seattle didn’t work out either. I found myself in a cycle of temporary jobs, unstable living arrangements, and financial struggles. I even ended up couch surfing in Portland before landing a job that eventually fell through.

Finding Stability, Sort Of

After months of uncertainty, I finally found a job in Portland that allowed me to get back on my feet. But it wasn’t without its challenges. I lived in a hostel, then couch surfed, and eventually found a roommate situation in a rough part of town. I even resorted to taking food from the office kitchen when I was down to my last few cents.

A Glimmer of Hope

Just when things were looking up, I lost my job and was left with nothing. But I refused to give up. I started exploring unconventional ways to make money, including a stint in the kink world. It wasn’t sustainable, but it gave me a glimmer of hope.

Chicago, Here I Come

I eventually made my way to Chicago, where I faced yet another series of setbacks. My apartment fell through, and I was left with barely enough money to get by. But I persevered, finding a temp job and couch surfing across the city.

Finding Some Stability

It’s been three years since I moved into a tiny room in an apartment with random roommates. It’s not ideal, but it’s home. I have a dead-end job that pays the bills, and I’m slowly paying off my debt. I may not have much saved for retirement, but I’m grateful to have made it this far.

Reflecting on My Journey

As I approach my thirties, I’m left wondering if I should be further ahead in life. I’m conflicted, feeling like I should be grateful for what I have, but also frustrated that I’m not where I want to be. Maybe moving to another city will offer better opportunities, but my experience tells me to be cautious.

About the Author

Mitchell is a Chicago-based writer who prefers spending his discretionary budget on burritos over clothes. When he’s not writing, he can be found enjoying a pint of beer (only if it’s served in a proper glass, of course).