Booked, Busy, and Broke: The Millennial Summer Dilemma
Look, I love to travel. It makes me feel human again. It quiets the endless tabs open in my brain. I’m at my best wandering aimlessly through a new city, armed with questionable Wi-Fi and a half-charged phone, chasing the next unexpected moment. But let’s be honest—this whole “European Summer” thing feels more like an aesthetic now than a vacation.
Every summer, the same thought creeps in: “How the hell is everyone affording this?”
Who is the Messy Millennial?
There’s a moment—maybe it hits while you’re scrolling through your phone at 2am, or while staring blankly into your fridge hoping dinner materializes—that you think, “Is this just... life now?” If that question rings even slightly familiar, congrats. You’ve met your inner Messy Millennial.
No, not the beige-loving, glassware-matching, morning routine fanatics (one day I will have matching glassware). We’re talking about us—the tired, emotionally-aware, overstimulated but attempting to be functional humans raised on Disney Channel and Lunchables, now trying to untangle adulthood with a combination of memes, mindfulness apps, and caffeine dependency.
So, who is the Messy Millennial?
