90 Seconds Thought
You know my heart pounds ever time I have to leave my house for any reason, especially when I wouldn’t be driving. It’s crazy, I know, but it is what it is. Some might argue that it’s insecurity or introversion or even laziness, I can’t say they’re wrong. I didn’t grow up like most people did. My folks believed that as long as you had everything you needed at home, from snacks to toys and books, you had no use for the outdoors. Heck, I never even learned how to ride a bicycle or kick a ball! See my life o!
But really, being me has it’s perks. I can say I’m privileged, I’ve seen and heard several childhood stories and I know for a fact that my folks did me and my siblings well - we’re not trust fund spoilt brats but we weren’t at the bottom of the food chain either. Thank God!
I moved in to my own apartment today and it’s not what I thought it would feel like. It’s just normal like it was meant to happen at some point. No ecstatic feelings of excitement and bossness. Or it’s probably because I did lots of cleaning or because there’s power outage and I had, against my mother’s wise counsel, refused to take my generator.
Whew!
Adulting! Adulting!! Adulting!!!
We wait for it our whole lives and when it eventually happens, it’s a package that can’t be returned.
This is my first ever ‘anything' so I’m not apologizing for the plain language or lack of fancy words.
Bisus!
