When I grow up, I want to be.

I was looking at my blog today, and I’ve been averaging about one blog post per month.  Sorry, Four People Who Read My Blog.

Tomorrow I sign the rental agreement for my future home. To some, this isn’t a big deal at all.  For me, it’s the “ready, set, go” of adulthood.  I’m 21 and have grown so comfortable living with my parents – always having food and toothpaste and silverware.  The other day I threw out a box of letters that I have collected over the past ten years.  Every letter I’ve ever recieved is now sitting outside waiting for the trashman to come on Monday.

How do I feel about this?  Kind of like I’m losing myself.  Kind of like insecure.  Kind of humbled.  Really small.


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