I’m young. I’m old. I’m almost mid-20s and six years from 30. It seems like just last year I was legally allowed to drink, but every time I consult the calendar, I come out age 24. I’ve been out of college for a few years, but each fall, when a new school year starts, I realize that I’m getting further and further away from my college memories. I’m starting to feel—confused.
I’m 24–where did the time go? But I’m 24! Shouldn’t I have accomplished a myriad of amazing things by now? That’s what everyone says… What’s with all this pressure?
And these last few questions are just it. I find that the Millennial generation is stuck between expectations set by tradition and rigid reality. What are we supposed to do in such a tough economy with such critics looking over our shoulders?
Tradition is the nursery rhyme, “First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes a baby in the baby carriage.” Slap a college education before “love” and “1.5 kids” after the first baby. Yep, you’re set! Not.
Reality is a sluggish economy, few jobs, loads of debt, and the possibility of relinquishing independence in order to live for free with family members.
This is the plight of the Millennials.