Adult.The word still seems strange and until very recently was never something I ever really equated with myself. I always linked the word "adult" with "independent."
These past three years at college I've always felt myself caught somewhere between being a child and being an adult. The only child, I told myself that living like this was okay because it would make the break easier when it finally came - the truth is that living like this had always been my choice and would probably end up making the break even harder.
But this was life and it was mine.
In the past few weeks I've come to actually feel like I am an adult. Having to constantly make sure the amount in my bank account is correct and that I will have enough money to pay for rent and food until the next payment comes through has made me more conscious of all those little things I used to take for granted.
Is this a change? If not change, then progress.
I'm not sure what this really means for me. I still worry what life will be like when I come back from this experience - will I fall back into the old me or will I stay myself?
Today after class, I went with Melody and Sharon to a café called Le Molière that we found after fifteen minutes of random searching and ordered a chocolat chaud. Some things, at least, never change.
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