This is truly heart felt. As a new homeowner, I know ‘that’ feeling, and hope to one day have that epiphany! Love this!
Who knew a room could launch you into adulthood?
I spend a strange amount of time not feeling “old enough.” Not old enough to have a house, a car, credit cards, a checkbook. Not being old enough to have a husband and a baby on the way; not old enough to argue with cable companies and insurance representatives, to be grocery shopping independently and gathering tax documents.
Though I don’t obsess about it, I often feel like I’m glancing over my shoulder — waiting for someone else to swoop in and take care of things. Fix the insurance snafus; adjust the thermostat. Be the adult in the room.
It’s scary to realize you’re the adult present. The one throwing the party, taking the phone calls, signing up for health care. It’s all you.
We have a home office. One with built-in cabinetry, outlets for computers, actual computers, a mug with…
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