Hello world indeed,
I’m a normal-ish Jamaican woman. I live alone, I’m independent but struggling. I’m sometimes so busy that I don’t find time for myself and don’t find time to talk to my friends who are also super busy.
The thing is that when you get to my age, everything is on hyper speed. We get uber busy trying to stabilize careers, find husbands all with the increasingly escalating ticking of our biological clocks. We see the scary 30 in our future where we can no longer pretend to be young carefree cavalier women.
Why the hell did I want to grow up so badly when I was a child again. glare