I turn 21 in a day's time, and I've never felt more unprepared to become an adult.
There were times in the past where I did feel prepared. Doing little things like making my first bank account, my first angry letter to the landlord, even fixing the problem of the sticking lock (WD 40-ed it) made me feel accomplished. Look Ma! I can do these things by myself, I can take care of myself. Yet today I find myself, having fled home, immensely relishing my time here being cocooned away under the safety of home and my family.
Small steps I suppose.
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