Hello Blogging World,
It has been quiet some time since I have used a blog. I actually only decided to return due to a request from a friend. My previous blog was more politically motivated. This time around however, I was hoping to get more personal, hence, the need for the anonymity.
I am a 23 year old female, or better defined as a trust fund kid that still hasn't graduate university. I have switched universities three times, majors five. I am currently in my 6th year of university. I have never actually failed a class, I just never really felt the need to rush into graduation. Until last year of course, and even then it didn't really change the way I approached university.
I grew up on yachts, private planes, five star hotels, and a platinum credit card with a fuzzy limit. My parents were not the showy kind. The first time my friends figured out that we owned a jet was when I was 20, or just three years ago. Most of them never really knew how rich my family was until they joined us on a trip and discovered that there was another world parallel to theirs that had a very limited membership.
However, that being said. My parents taught me by example not to abuse the privilege. Of course, as a teenager (and early college years) I tested my limits. Eventually realising that my parents never actually track my spending. I spent my first summer back from college in Marbella. Champagne parties every morning, parties every night. The bottles were pouring in, the managers waiting at the door to welcome me into the club every night. Dinners at the best restaurants, massages by the pool, shopping sprees every day. The summer was just beginning and I was going to own it.
The end of the summer came, we packed up, headed home. I spent the first couple of weeks wondering when anyone was going to confront me about my credit card bill. No one bothered. My mother, my father, no one even mentioned there was a credit card bill. It's not that my parents are absentminded when it comes to our expenditures or how I spend my time. This was the first time I had ever gone on such a spree, and for some reason or another, no one minded.
I realised that I felt ashamed. I felt ashamed that I had spent all that money on nonsense. That's when it hit me. I needed to turn myself into a person of worth. Into someone I would be proud of. Not into another spoiled rich trust fund kid who's only joy in life was to spend more than the other spoiled brat at the club.
And thus began my journey.
Let's do this.
It has been quiet some time since I have used a blog. I actually only decided to return due to a request from a friend. My previous blog was more politically motivated. This time around however, I was hoping to get more personal, hence, the need for the anonymity.
I am a 23 year old female, or better defined as a trust fund kid that still hasn't graduate university. I have switched universities three times, majors five. I am currently in my 6th year of university. I have never actually failed a class, I just never really felt the need to rush into graduation. Until last year of course, and even then it didn't really change the way I approached university.
I grew up on yachts, private planes, five star hotels, and a platinum credit card with a fuzzy limit. My parents were not the showy kind. The first time my friends figured out that we owned a jet was when I was 20, or just three years ago. Most of them never really knew how rich my family was until they joined us on a trip and discovered that there was another world parallel to theirs that had a very limited membership.
However, that being said. My parents taught me by example not to abuse the privilege. Of course, as a teenager (and early college years) I tested my limits. Eventually realising that my parents never actually track my spending. I spent my first summer back from college in Marbella. Champagne parties every morning, parties every night. The bottles were pouring in, the managers waiting at the door to welcome me into the club every night. Dinners at the best restaurants, massages by the pool, shopping sprees every day. The summer was just beginning and I was going to own it.
The end of the summer came, we packed up, headed home. I spent the first couple of weeks wondering when anyone was going to confront me about my credit card bill. No one bothered. My mother, my father, no one even mentioned there was a credit card bill. It's not that my parents are absentminded when it comes to our expenditures or how I spend my time. This was the first time I had ever gone on such a spree, and for some reason or another, no one minded.
I realised that I felt ashamed. I felt ashamed that I had spent all that money on nonsense. That's when it hit me. I needed to turn myself into a person of worth. Into someone I would be proud of. Not into another spoiled rich trust fund kid who's only joy in life was to spend more than the other spoiled brat at the club.
And thus began my journey.
Let's do this.
