Growing up, I always had a clear-cut vision of what my life would be like once I became an adult: graduate from college, move to New York and become the next Carrie Bradshaw, meet and fall in love with a fine, chocolate, financially stable tenderoni, get married around 26, start popping out kids around 27 or 28, and live happily ever after with my perfect career, perfect husband and our perfect little family.
Then real life happened.
Right after graduating from college I struck ill with a rare disease called dermatomyositis, moved back home to Michigan with my parents to seek treatment, recovered by the grace of God six months later, and jumpstarted my career at a local publishing company shortly thereafter. This experience — and adulthood in general — pretty much taught me that life never happens exactly the way you envision it. There’s always — ALWAYS — a plot twist.
Life never happens exactly the way you envision it. There’s always — ALWAYS — a plot twist.
So now, here I am: a 26-year-old Black woman who is still single and still living at home with her parents. Whew! There. I said it. [Read more…]