Seamless adulthood?

My new, favorite oxymoron. If it doesn’t seem fair to pick on adulthood, then tell me why our 20s are so difficult.

Me in a nutshell

My name is Kathleen and I’m a 20-something, single professional working in downtown San Francisco. I adopted two adorable cats in November 2014, and ever since I have been labeled a cat lady by friends, family and peers, which is even more appropriate since my nickname is Kat. My cats’ names are Choco (medium-hair black and brown tabby) and Taco (short-hair white tabby with funny spots) and despite the not-so-nice connotation the term “cat lady” brings with it, I’m here to prove the haters wrong. Yes, I named my cats after my favorite item on the menu (besides the margaritas) at SF’s Tacolicious — a waffle sandwich of chocolate and vanilla ice cream called a ChocoTaco. When I adopted the cats, they were snuggly wrapped around each other and looked like you guessed it, a ChocoTaco. I went in for one but came out with two, probably one of the only instances that’s a good thing.

Nothing about adulthood is seamless

When you’re in your early 20s, you care entirely too much about what people think of even if you know they’re being unnecessarily mean. In your late 20s (me), you just want to prove them wrong because you still care just a little bit. I’m hoping when I’m in my 30s that this will all seem like a bad dream I only needed to wake up from, but somehow I doubt that. So while I’m still nimble as a thimble, I’m going to share my favorite pieces of advice on dating, living and working in San Francisco, and yes, being the sole staff member of a two cat household.