At 19 I was doing the community college thing (for journalism -which I later dropped out of). I hated living in FL still, lived with my parents, and trying to find a way to support myself so I could move out. I was angry all the time. I worked at a large grocery chain, enjoyed my job. I didn't party OR drink. I didn't partake in an alcoholic beverage til I was 22 or 23.
A year later we moved to the other coast and THAT was when I had all of my bad decisions lol. 19 was 11 years ago. Feels like forever. I was just a baby then, and wish I could have shaken myself and tried all the things I now see that I missed out on. But, if I hadn't lived and done the things as they happened, I wouldnt have eventually met my hubby or gotten married
I had my 19th birthday in Australia (in April) and was there until June. I was 2 years in to dating the guy that I'm still with, and we spent 4 months traveling in Australia.
When I got home I pretty much immediately got Jasper. I think that was also the summer that my SO and I got into the rave scene, so we did a lot of partying. I still like to party, but couldn't keep up with the every-weekend rave that we were doing back there.
If I remember correctly, that year was a bit of a neither-here-nor-there year. I lived mostly at home through fall and winter, although I took a bunch of housesitting gigs as well, which I was getting paid for. Jobs were whatever I could find, this and that, although I think I was playing fairly regularly with the Symphony.
It wasn't until the year after that I got a car (a crappy old van, but hey), and moved out of my home community, got a job as a dog walker, which eventually led me to getting into training and the totally dog-centric life that I live now.
I got hired at the post office, quit my other two jobs and my boyfriend and I moved into a nicer apartment. We had my kitty, the iguana, a couple saltwater tanks and had our first ferret, I think we got our second and third ferret and the ball python that year.
I was in my sophomore year of college and lived with my (now) husband We owned a chinchilla (didn't get our first dog until I was 20). I was focused on school and I worked part time at an accounting firm doing administrative work.
When I was 19....*does math* It was June 2011 to July 2012. Soo....Hm. I think I joined Chaz in 2011, so I'm sure most people here remember me at 19. edit*** So I looked and I joined in 2012. Hm. I fail.
I was a couple months into my marriage, with my husband away at Tech school at the time. I drove by myself, with my brand new license, to Virginia to pick him up. And then we drove across the country again to Montana. I got my first apartment. Stole Zander back from my mother and cut all ties from her. Promised myself as a New Year's resolution to never talk to her again(successful to this day). Moved into my very own first house. My very lovely, 3 bedroom, 2 bath, 1700sqft house with my own furniture and my own bills. Bought my own car, with a real auto loan in my name. I was a full fledged adult in every sense of the word.
I dyed my hair bright red. Zander and I became TheTwoRedheads then. I traveled across the country twice more (and back) to visit friends in Mississippi. That was back when I was still friends with Rhio, and BeAu was still my BIL. Husband's job on base changed, so he was gone more often. I became sorta like a prisoner in the house when he was home, and more so when he was gone. I habitually pumped out training videos with Zander, went out therapy shopping and always got McDonald's afterwards. Always shared the fries with Zander when I got home. My marriage started failing because for the first time I was seeing Jin without anyone else present, 1600 miles away from any friends or family. So much abuse. I then got news that Jin had orders to Italy. I'm pretty sure I had a full meltdown at that point. I remember sitting in the bathroom, raging on Chaz and crying my eyes out. Everyone was really confused why I was so upset about it. I drank a lot that year. It was my beginning into alcoholism and drugs. Rhio ended up pushing me the rest of the way there.
So it was a very depressing year. And yet a very monumental year. I changed and went through a lot. I had a lot of adult things, and I LOVED IT. But I also had a lot of shitty people in my life, and it ruined a big chunk of that year, and the subsequent year.
SO here I am at 22 thinking "MAN am I glad I got all that done and over with at 19!!" :rofl1: People used to make so many bad comments about me being 18/19 and married, or 20 with a failed marriage. And that is really all I had to say. I'd rather get everything done and over with NOW than wait and deal with it LATER. And my age had nothing to do with the problems I faced.
I was a freshman in collegeâ€¦living the dream at my top college. Working a register at a convenience store, hiking every mountain I could find, competing in track at a high level. Tore my ACL and spent most of the winter on crutches and building some of the best snow forts ever!
I was in my Freshman and Sophomore years of college and was meeting some amazing people. It was a year of hiking, staying up late, adapting to a life away from home, and learning that laundry doesn't do itself. It was the year that I moved into my first apartment, got my first boyfriend, had my first kiss, and finished my first year of college with a 4.0. It was a good year. But then, in retrospect, so were most years.
The summer after I turned 19 (in June), I worked part time at my boyfriend's dad's law office, and was trying to get into film school. I had just illegally been fired from my job at a cafe (I was fired after I got into a car accident whilst having a seizure and called out of work while I was being evaluated by paramedics and stuff, and this was my first time calling out without getting coverage). My boyfriend's parents were away for the summer so we were kind of living there with friends, using it as a party house.
I started community college in the fall, but I only went one day. My mom said go to school or get out, so I came home, packed my stuff up, and moved into a rented room in a peruvian family's apartment in Washington Heights. My savings lasted three months - and at the height of the recession, with little work experience and no higher education, I couldn't find a job in NYC.
I moved back home in the Winter after a bad bipolar episode (I was undiagnosed at the time). I got a call for a job I had applied to months and months ago, and started working 13 hour days 5 days a week in grooming. I LOVED that job, stayed there over a year and still worked there on breaks when I finally did go away to school.
There's no where you're "supposed" to be at 19. Some people are 100% financially self-sufficent, living on their own, some are married with a kid, some people own a home...Some still live with mommy and daddy and get school/life paid for, I think most are somewhere in the middle, either working FT or school and work, learning how to be adults.
When I was 19 I had friends buying houses with their salaried careers, and some struggling to pay their car payments with their part time fast food jobs. And some just worrying about doing well in school. If you're working hard and doing your best to take care of yourself and not ride on other people's coattails, you're doing fine.
When I turned 19 (birthday is in June), it was pre-Rigby and Ruby. I was in a bad relationship. While he was a year older than me, he didn't have ID so he couldn't be with my on my first "legal bar night" which caused problems.
He lived with me and my family for several months before I started university and told him the stress of having him there was too much for me and he moved in with his mother. I stayed home for my first year of school.
Eventually the accusations of cheating or even talking to other guys got to be so much that I ended it in February. ( I tried to end it several times before then but was not strong enough).
I met Josh a week later, dated him for a month before we made things "official" though we both sort of knew from the moment we met that it was going to happen.
Had to call the cops on my ex after weeks of harassing me and posting incredibly creepy pictures of me (that I had no idea that he took) on a facebook page stating I was a porn star and invited all of his and my friends to like it.
Cobain turned 5 that year, we went to Woofstock for the first time. And I managed to pass all of my first year classes. Yay lol.
I'm 19 at the minute. I'm currently at college in the last year of my Animal Management course, which I hate. I'm still living with my parents. I'm working 4 part time jobs, trying to afford a car, dogs and still go out drinking every week. I have some really great friends around me. And I'm considering quitting my course, leaving my friends and moving to another country, earning less money but doing a job I would love.
When I was 19, I took a year off between high school and college and just blew off a lot of steam (ie: partied a bunch.) I was still living at home with my parents and worked for my dad in his law office. I was a clueless kid back then. LOL