tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743876470050160495.post6419074497136754220..comments2024-03-11T06:22:36.107+00:00Comments on angloyankophile: When Did You Know You Were An "Adult"?Angloyankophilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13798135990583648390noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743876470050160495.post-5272343316253469432014-05-29T14:15:44.091+01:002014-05-29T14:15:44.091+01:00That's so exciting! And how amazing to fulfill...That's so exciting! And how amazing to fulfill a life goal. I hope you have a fantastic time here.Angloyankophilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13798135990583648390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743876470050160495.post-48069427496072922512014-05-29T14:14:24.934+01:002014-05-29T14:14:24.934+01:00OMG, Marjorie - I was NOT a woman when I was at MH...OMG, Marjorie - I was NOT a woman when I was at MHC. I was totally a girl. They are all girls! They're so YOUNG. Except for the FPs (hahahahahaha).Angloyankophilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13798135990583648390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743876470050160495.post-18606840025325563822014-05-28T21:12:29.696+01:002014-05-28T21:12:29.696+01:00I didn't so much realize I was an adult as ins...I didn't so much realize I was an adult as insist upon it. For a long time it felt a little awkward to refer to myself and my peers as "women" instead of "girls." But now I never give it a second thought. Kind of a "fake it till you make it" approach.Marjoriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15251988631633673844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743876470050160495.post-43989201725151666052014-05-28T20:37:22.344+01:002014-05-28T20:37:22.344+01:00I'm moving there for (more) school -- a PhD pr...I'm moving there for (more) school -- a PhD program, a.k.a. the absolute LAST thing standing between me and the "real" world. I'm hoping to secure a job there afterwards. It's been my goal to live abroad (in London specifically) for a long time. Thanks for the well-wishes :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05288533010611643097noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743876470050160495.post-73059754838184878422014-05-28T09:33:47.252+01:002014-05-28T09:33:47.252+01:00Haha - glad I'm not the only one. :)Haha - glad I'm not the only one. :)Angloyankophilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13798135990583648390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743876470050160495.post-89482124394166359392014-05-28T09:32:43.284+01:002014-05-28T09:32:43.284+01:00Yes, making "actual food" is a perpetual...Yes, making "actual food" is a perpetual conundrum for me. I wish I was one of those people who "loved to cook", but unfortunately I'm just not wired that way! Hope your move this fall goes well! Are you coming for school or work or something else?Angloyankophilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13798135990583648390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743876470050160495.post-30516318827687801892014-05-27T22:30:16.612+01:002014-05-27T22:30:16.612+01:00Great post. I'm definitely with you on the can...Great post. I'm definitely with you on the candles!Zoeleehttp://www.seebyzoe.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743876470050160495.post-72317188971595024482014-05-22T18:12:28.010+01:002014-05-22T18:12:28.010+01:00Those are too greatThose are too greatR's Ruehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05711563217099699047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743876470050160495.post-17291573607855513932014-05-21T20:55:45.884+01:002014-05-21T20:55:45.884+01:00*I had to re-post this...found a typo hahaha*
Oh, ...*I had to re-post this...found a typo hahaha*<br />Oh, that makes perfect sense. I'm in the exact same boat. Especially now that more of my friends are getting married and having children. Their responsibilities are piling up, and I'm over here like, "So...should I eat actual food while I watch Sherlock on Netflix, orrrr just stuff some cheese curls into my face and call it a night?" And it's so true that moving away adds to your sense of independence. No one to rely on but yourself. I moved away for a few years, then moved back to the state where my mother and grandparents live. Looking forward to the move to England in the fall and feeling like a grown-up again, hahaha!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05288533010611643097noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743876470050160495.post-42277574066328821862014-05-21T20:52:28.921+01:002014-05-21T20:52:28.921+01:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05288533010611643097noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743876470050160495.post-30679605187310686162014-05-21T09:10:47.725+01:002014-05-21T09:10:47.725+01:00Haha, thanks, Maslo! I completely agree. I think a...Haha, thanks, Maslo! I completely agree. I think as soon as I graduated from college and moved to London, I definitely felt more like an adult, although not completely like one. I feel like being an adult simply means more responsibilities and completely looking after yourself i.e. being completely independent - which I know probably happened to more of my friends a lot earlier than it happened to me, if that makes any sense!Angloyankophilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13798135990583648390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743876470050160495.post-34645805614313701662014-05-20T21:47:07.846+01:002014-05-20T21:47:07.846+01:00Everything about this post is hilarious. I don'...Everything about this post is hilarious. I don't feel like an adult at all. But I think "being an adult" (like many things) is whatever you make it. I can definitely relate, though. Especially to #8 haha I often wonder if I'm "concerned enough" about certain things.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05288533010611643097noreply@blogger.com