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I am no longer a teenager.
My birthday was uneventful, to say the least. Fitting, at least. I worked. Such is my life.
I am graduating.
In ten days I will be thrown into a job market that I have not, as of yet, had the balls to venture into on my own.
I am getting an apartment.
Of my own, with my fiance, in Chicago. Paid for not by refund checks from school or parental units, but by us. Our home.
I am getting married.
(Eventually.)
At what point did everything change? When did everyone start growing up and having real, adult lives. Why is there no gradual shift from student/daughter/child to employee/wife/adult? I'm simultaneously embracing this and giving myself an ulcer.
My birthday was uneventful, to say the least. Fitting, at least. I worked. Such is my life.
I am graduating.
In ten days I will be thrown into a job market that I have not, as of yet, had the balls to venture into on my own.
I am getting an apartment.
Of my own, with my fiance, in Chicago. Paid for not by refund checks from school or parental units, but by us. Our home.
I am getting married.
(Eventually.)
At what point did everything change? When did everyone start growing up and having real, adult lives. Why is there no gradual shift from student/daughter/child to employee/wife/adult? I'm simultaneously embracing this and giving myself an ulcer.