Life in the Midwest

A few weeks back, I called home to tell my Nanna I had some good news.
My little sister took the message since Nanna wasn't at home.
When I did finally talk with her, I said,
"Nanna, I have some good news!"
"You're engaged?!" she asked excitedly.
"No. I just got into grad school."

And this is how I know I'm a failure.
I have a good, full-time job with benefits
(when something like 25% of my generation is unemployed).
I have a degree
and a certificate
and I'm starting a Masters program in the fall.
I pay all of my own bills,
including cell phone and car insurance
and I get no allowance for gas, movies, going out to eat, etc. 
(for which lots of my peers seem to rely on parental support).
I get my own groceries,
and my gym membership
(when I can afford to have one).
I'm on my own health insurance
and no one can claim me as a dependent

but I have no ring on my finger,
no real intention of that happening any time soon,
and no babies toddling about

and so, as a middle class Midwesterner in my mid-20s,

I am a failure.

Sarah :: Plucky in Love

Sarah, aka "Plucky", blogs on the reg, unless she's on vacation or there's a Pretty Little Liars marathon or she's mulling over the implications of the phrase "on fleek." She can't live without iced coffee, a portable phone charger, or equal pay. Say hello!


  1. I completely feel your pain! However, we both know that when we do get married, our marriages have a much higher chance of making it BECAUSE we are single, independent, educated women NOW. Doesn't help when the relatives come calling and poking in, but it's something to make you smile now :-)

  2. I called my Nanna out on this, and she just shook her head at me and told me I can't get married yet because I haven't been to Europe yet... Oh, Nanna - so many expectations, so little time.
    I call myself a failure with tongue firmly in cheek for I'm very happy with my life. If this is wrong, I don't want to be right. :)