New York City Life: Consistently Inconsistent

It seems the only part of city life that is constant is inconsistency. As soon as I get an upgrade in one area of life, another takes a downgrade. Us 20-somethings are always on the move – not just from place to place, but from job to job, apartment to apartment, and group to group.

Our futures in the City are uncertain – we haven’t made it enough to feel stable, we’re always trying to find footing, and many of us haven’t decided if we love it enough here to stay once we do establish ourselves.

Don’t get me wrong – I’m loving my experience in New York (and I’ve been lucky), but sometimes I get in one of those moods, you know? Thinking of all the other things I could be doing with my life.

But, if I can play psychiatrist for a minute, isn’t that what’s wrong with my generation? We’re uncommitted (I don’t know if I want to stay here), we’re entitled (why don’t I have my dream job yet?), and we’re impatient (“23, degree, way to be – I should have the world”).

My desires? Inconsistent. My bank account? Inconsistent. My dreams? Inconsistent. My attitude? Inconsistent. Self-esteem? Inconsistent. 

Is there a 40 or 50-something out there who can tell me they felt the same way, that I’m normal, and that everything will work itself out? (And to agree that I am uncommitted, entitled, and impatient?)

Being 23 is supposed to be a time of freedom – but the only thing I feel free to do is ask myself ambiguous half questions/ half thoughts that I don’t have the answer to (and then post them on a blog).