This week, I turned 23, the first birthday I’ve spent with my family and not gone out with friends since I was in high school. I threw my first baby shower. I joined a gym for the first time in my life. I got my first raise that wasn’t measured in cents, but in thousands of dollars. I (we) made a mutual personal sacrifice for the sake of surviving and paying bills that results in my seeing far less of my best friend and partner. I guess this is what it means to be an adult.
…Then again, I also ate ramen or pho at least once every day, used tape to hold my clothing together, fell up some stairs several times, marked off the 6th month in a row without my period, and actually said “that shit is bananas” to my boss. I also may or may not have eaten microwave popcorn and chocolate silk for dinner after my first gym workout. So, y’know, maybe things haven’t changed that much.
