It’s been ages since the last time I wrote stuffs in this blog. When I read things I wrote in the past, I can see my younger self being very enthusiastic about everything (which is nice). The ‘me’ now, maybe only possesses third of the energy I had back then. The ‘me’ now, is slowly becoming a bitter adult. In 2017, I got married to my now husband. I had a daughter in 2019, and the three of us now live in Edinburgh. I went back to Edinburgh in 2021 to get my doctoral degree. I am now in my second year of my doctoral study. My daughter is now three years old. I am with her almost 24/7 while my husband is working in an Italian bakery. While things are looking so great, my everyday life is very messy. I struggled so much to juggle everything. I have too much on my plate. My research is going downhill, my well-being is a mess, and problems keep piling.
Why is adulting so hard?
Why did no one tell me it’s going to be this exhausting?
Why did I think doing a PhD is a good idea?