06 September, 2011

Today at work, I received a box of my own business cards. I know it's not that significant, but for some reason, this feels monumental, as if this box of little cards somehow signifies that I am now an adult. And these past few weeks, for the first time in my life, I have actually felt like an adult. I work a full time job with people who are all married and have kids. I pay my own rent. I buy my own groceries. I do whatever I want with my free time. My idea of fun is reading a book. I choose to be responsible instead of carefree. I don't get a summer vacation. Seems like I'm not a kid anymore...

All things considered, I guess I actually am an adult! And now I have the business cards to prove it.

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