i thought i was old when i finally moved from plain old abercrombie to abercrombie & fitch, but now i really feel old. i just moved into my first apartment and, boy, is it a shock. i’ve reached the age where i not only have to go to the grocery store, but i have to actually PAY for my groceries. & then, ugh, make them into something! this is clearly too much for me – my first three meals were cereal :/
okay, okay, maybe i’m exaggerating. i know i’m not “old” per say, but this move has already taught me a lot about what it means to be an adult. it means giving up oat milk matcha lattes so that i can eat dinner. it means cleaning & setting up furniture from ikea. it means not being able to take naps every time life gets remotely stressful.
i know i still have no clue what its like to be a full fledged “adult” with a 9 to 5 desk job and kids and bills and stuff, but from what adult-like things i am already doing… i’m not a fan. i just wish i could go back to kindergarten when my homework was to tell my mom what i did that day. is that too much to ask?!?
