The Twenties: I Can’t Even Commit to Getting a Damn Hedgehog

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I don’t have a hedgehog, but here’s a picture of my dog, Sophie.

Last night, I had a dream that I got a pet hedgehog that talked to me.  Honestly, I like to believe that in my dream, she was my sidekick, but I actually don’t really remember the dream that well except that at one point, my hedgehog got stuck in a PVC pipe in my kitchen and was yelling, “Sara, help me, I’m stuck!” and I had to squeeze her out of the pipe.  Also, why was there a big PVC pipe in my kitchen?

Actually, no, why was the hedgehog talking?

I digress.  There’s a backstory to this.

For the past few years, I have really been wanting to get a dog.  I looooove dogs, and my house has always felt lonely without one.  However, I have big dreams of traveling after college, and at this time in my life I’m not home consistently, so I decided a dog is not the best choice for me at the moment.  Then a few weeks ago, I saw a picture of a hedgehog on Instagram, and this is another part that I don’t actually remember, but I guess that I must have become obsessed with them in the meantime, because lately I just cannot stop thinking about hedgehogs.  They are the cutest little roly polies, and apparently (from my extensive amounts of research), they’re also quiet, and odorless, and they’re totally low maintenance.  The perfect animal for a busy student.

So why can’t I commit to actually getting one?!

Okay, for starters, they’re like expensive hamsters.  They require the same materials, but since they’re exotic, they’re a good $200 more than hamsters.  However, they’re much cuter and friendlier, so I think it would be worth it.  However, I really do not think it is the price that is stopping me from getting a hedgehog but more the fact that I can’t even keep a damn succulent alive.  With my last pokey plant, I over-watered the thing a.k.a. I loved it too much, and it died.  Moral of the story: If I can’t keep a pokey plant alive, how do I keep a pokey animal alive?  I’m sure a living, moving thing would remind me to feed it and clean out its cage, but what if I hug it too tight or something?  Plus, apparently hedgehogs have to be kept in a 60*-75* F temperature constantly, and how do you regulate these things?  These are real life, first-world, Millennial problems, people.

Lastly, I have been trying to think of a punny hedgehog name for the past couple of days, and I really cannot think of one.  I simply cannot get a hedgehog until I have a fantastic name.

Anyways, I’ll probably end up getting a hedgehog at some point, but only when I stop being so crazy about it.  (Please note: I am NOT an indecisive person ever, so I don’t know how to deal with my feelings when I have an indecisive moment.  But hedgehogs are living things, you know?)

Any hedgehog owners out there?  Advice?  Thoughts?  How do you keep your hedgie warm?

XO Sara Lynn

*Song of the Day: Wake Up by Arcade Fire

The Twenties: What is this?

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For those who have been following me for some time, you probably know that I like to share little snippets of my life on the blog.  Most of the time, I’m talking about feminism or my struggles with anxiety or just weird things that I come across, but lately, things have been unusually hard in my personal life concerning career goals, relationships, family, adulting, and the like.  This is totally not new to any twenty-something that has ever lived.  Honestly, it’s no secret that the twenties are an ever-evolving, revolutionary time period that everyone experiences.  Like, shit, 80% of sitcoms on TV are dedicated to the portrayal of the twenty-somethings’ lives.  For unknown reasons, people think we’re a fascinating species, but really I think it’s just that we’re relatable.

I have to admit that I have not been in my twenties for very long, so by no means am I an expert.  However, I’ve always thought that your twenties start when you move out on your own (in my case 18) and pretty much last until you’re in your thirties (or when you get married/buy a house/have kids?  I don’t really know).  What I’m trying to say is that I have noticed the struggles of the twenties in my personal life starting at 18 and even in some of my older friends that are now in their thirties but are still experiencing the same stuff they were dealing with 8 years ago.  This is a period of our lives where half the people we know have toddlers and engagement rings while the other half woke up half-naked on the front lawn of a frat house covered in profane Sharpie doodles.  Which leads to my question: What is this?  What are our twenties?!  We watch our childhood friends graduate college, get careers, become someone’s wife, become someone’s dad.  We struggle with our career choices, dating, an onset of health problems we thought we wouldn’t have for another 20 years (why do I always have heartburn?!), learning how to like green juice and drag our ass to the gym in the morning pre-coffee.  The twenties are difficult, and I won’t believe otherwise, but I’ve also been told that it’s the best time of my life.

See, I have this issue where I’m currently in college, and everyone is telling me, “Make it last as long as you can.  You’ll never get this time back.  After college, it’s just work and paying bills.  Yadayadayada”.  However, I truly do not believe I am currently living the best part of my life.  And for the love of God, if this is my peak, I’m just going to stop now.  I can tell you for sure that, while I have truly enjoyed college and life during, I have also had some of my worst anxiety and sadness over the past few years.  There are days where I want to stay in college forever and days where I can’t wait to be set in my career.  It’s a battle, but I try to learn from the hard days and cherish the good ones.  I want more than anything to have the best time of my life during the twenties, and I really do believe that it’s going to happen, but I guess I’m kind of just wondering when that will be?  (Patience is not my forte, have you noticed?)  I have to say, as of right now, I’m not super impressed with my twenties, but I also had set myself up to believe that everything was going to be perfect by this time in my life.  Every time something good happens, I think “This is it!” until it isn’t.  However, I’ve already learned so much from dealing with more difficult aspects of life, and I know that with persistence, I’ll find what I’m looking for (and if anyone is persistent, it’s me).  I’m working on getting out of my head a bit, opening up, and not taking myself so seriously.  This has been a problem in the past.  While physically I’m in my twenties, my personality is far into her thirties.  I must disclose this, because my opinions may not be completely accurate of a twenty-something, although obviously this varies person-to-person.  While my thirty-something personality can sometimes be a drag on my younger self (when I feel like my life is not progressing fast enough, when I would rather stay home than go out, when I put insane amounts of pressure on myself at work or in school), it has also had a lot of benefits (I have formed adult relationships, I set goals, I know – basically – what I’m looking for in life).

I want to stress that I am not here to judge or psychoanalyze anyone like I’m some kind of expert on living-life-to-the-fullest or learning how to be your “best self”.  I’m just here to share observations in my usual satirical way.  The twenties are hard and confusing, and honestly, I don’t quite know what I’m doing with my life.  I’m just looking to share some of my experiences while I navigate whatever it is that I’m looking for.  I want this to be humorous at times and therapeutic in others.  Hopefully, I’ll find some people who can relate, and we’ll swap war stories.

If you have any good advice or thoughts, please feel free to share.  I’ll be here in my minuscule corner of the internet attempting to finish my degree, find love, and actually remember to put gas in my car before I’m running late to an important event.

Cheers to the twenties, ya’ll.

XO Sara Lynn

*Song of the Day: The Modern Age by The Strokes