Hey there, reader!
The first page of my comic “Adulting Amy” is now in the books. Some may say the hard part is finished, but as someone who is really good at starting projects and not finishing them, I would have to disagree. Until I or my husband come into copious sums of money so I can do this full time, this will be updated whenever I can.
I originally came up with this comic my senior year in college (12 years ago myself), when web comic publishing was also entering into maturity. Reading comics such as Something Positive and Wapsi Square (which are still going!) inspired me to create my own semi-autobiographical comic, chronicling the crazy antics, relationships, and people I encountered while in college.
But then, the real world happened. All those memories of college drifted to that memory closet in my mind. After several moves, for a while, I could not even find some of the original strips! Around my 10-year college reunion mark, I decided to try and re-boot some of my creative projects I had in my youth and never published or finished. Or, I wanted to add a more mature perspective to some of my earlier writings I used to do (like my bad fan-fiction in high school).
But, being out of college for 10+ years, I realized how different it is now. Sure, some things are the same, but now there’s “safe spaces” and “micro-aggression” and “YOLO” and all this other stuff brought by the “new-wave” Millennials. Like Amy, I am caught between generations. We were born in the mid-80’s and classified as Millennials, but have a hard time being lumped in with the “on fleet” crowd. We’re not “digital natives”, but we’re not “dinosaurs” either. We had helicopter parents and got a trophy for showing up, but we also distinctly remember a time before internet, and having your own landline was the holy grail. We are part of a micro-generation called the “Oregon Trail” generation (it even has it’s own Wikipedia page, so that makes it official 🙂 ).
Like the web comics I read in college that are still on-going, perhaps Amy can “grow up” too. But feeling like a grown up in the post-recession economy is different than previous generations. People get married and start their careers later, so when comparing the adult milestones to those of our parents, it’s a lot later. At my 30, my mother had been married 8 years, had 2 kids, and a house. I got married two years ago and bought a house last year…AFTER age 30. And my children are cats. While chronologically an adult for a decade and a half before meeting many milestones, it’s easy to feel like an impostor. Instead of playing dress-up, I’m actually dressing up for work, while still feeling like a child emotionally. Consequences of refusing to do the life’s “chores” are not getting grounded or losing TV privileges, but getting fired and your basic utilities shut off…including the Internet!
Hence the term….”Adulting”. Behaving like an adult, but not feeling like one.