Quarter Life Crisis.

I wanna travel to countries thousands of miles away and soak up the culture. Go to indie concerts, music and film festivals. View art museums with the intellectuals. Go to fashion shows and sit on the front row while serving face for the cameras. I wanna ride the tallest roller coaster in the world, skydive, bungee jump, and tell myself how great it was and that I'll never do that shit again. Then I wanna dine at lots of those "they have amazing food and nobody knows about it" restaurants. Visit exotic islands and beaches so I can play in the sun as if I don't have photosensitive skin. I wanna go to one of those posh lounges in an expensive city and have an unforgettably drunken night with lots of picture-taking so we can reminisce but not post on Instagram.   And I wanna share those moments with the best set of friends a girl can have. Until then, I'll continue to watch my marathon of Greys Anatomy on Netflix, eating leftover pizza by myself, while searching for better job and career leads in the midst of my post-grad quarter life crisis. Sigh.