I'm 23 years old. Actually, I'm 24 years old. When I just wrote that, I first typed 23, because I really haven't accepted the fact that I'm 24. That may not seem old to some people. I was hoping to have accomplished far more things than I have as of yet, and so 24 feels ancient. I live in a house that is foreclosed. My marriage is falling apart. I have only visited 8 countries in my life, and 4 of them were only airport layovers. I am, in other words, very disappointed in myself.
Last weekend, at a party with my fellow Harvard grads, I felt even more like a loser.
Thankfully, the bank has decided to rent to us even though the woman who formerly owned the house is foreclosed. And my husband is finally leaving me and I'm about to be single again. I have hope. I am very much looking forward to my life as Foreclosed and Divorced.
I'm writing a book about my experiences up until now. I know that 24 years and one month is not a lot of time to build up meaningful experiences, therefore a lot of them I will be fabricating. And, so.
My biggest ambition is to entertain. If this is not entertaining, please tell me so that I can stop immediately and go crawl in a hole.
(Please note that this first entry is probably going to be less entertaining because of the nature of exposition).
Something very sweet happened to me on the beach two days ago that I thought I should mention.
A Fisherman greeted me with: Hello. How are you?
I replied with: Anything biting?
He replied with: Perch.
I replied with: That's wonderful.
He replied with: Well, it keeps me out of trouble.
He was very attractive.
Thus, I hope blogging will keep me out of trouble. I don't want to have a serious relationship for at least a year. I need to figure out my goals and dreams and get back on track.
So begins, Foreclosed and Divorced.
VA
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