*DISCLAIMER: Sarcastic content ahead!*
I’ve been scheduling my own doctor’s appointments for years now, so until recently, I have spent a lot of time telling myself pretty little lies, such as: “I’ve got this. I am ready for these changes. This is not a big deal. I’m practically already being an adult.”
Newsflash, friends. It’s been over a month since I’ve moved out on my own and jumped head-first into the world of “adulthood”, and let me tell you something: I’ve been sick twice, and I haven’t called a doctor once.
Fine print?: was not ready for adulthood.
So far, in my limited experience, life is a ton of curveballs and lemons. And it’s tough to wake up every day and want to make lemonade. Adulthood is a lot of disappointments. It’s a lot of wandering through a bookstore, confining yourself to the self-help area because you think OMG THERE MUST BE SOMETHING THAT CAN HELP ME FIGURE THIS MESS OUT, and then realizing that it doesn’t matter because you can’t afford to purchase a self-help book….
And then you also realize that you’ve been considering purchasing a self-help book, and when did I become old enough to want to read a self-help book?
But on a serious note, being an adult is satisfying. There’s something that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside when you make a bunch of adult choices. You buy your own groceries and go where ever you want, whenever you want… Which probably means that your fridge contains nothing but milk and PBR and you go to bed as soon as you get home (because that’s what you want to do THANK YOU VERY MUCH.)
It’s an adventure, friends. A big, huge, expensive adventure.
But it’s been fun. (And stressful.) And I’m learning so much about myself as I go.
Who knows? Maybe by this time next year, I’ll feel like I really have some kind of clue what’s going on!
Until then, I’ll continue to dine on the fanciest (*cough* cheapest *cough*) frozen pizzas, curl up under 17 blankets when I’m cold (because WOW electricity is expensive?!), and dream dreams of being a kid again.
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