It’s Like a Facelift, But Not/Randomata

Thank you to my bud, MadSector, for spiffin’ up my appearance!!!!! I just love the newest version of my masthead! *heart*

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OMG.

I am a grownup.

I used to have gainful employment, with benefits and all. I still did not feel like a grownup.

I moved far, far away from family and friends. Nope. People far less mature than I am do that every day.

I have a husband. I still refused to believe I was a grownup on February 8th (that would be the day I awakened with an engagement ring AND a wedding band on).

I got pregnant. I found ways to convince myself that pregnancy does not signal true adulthood. After all, there are all manner of teen mothers who become mothers without really doing the whole adulthood bit, so I wasn’t too worried.

I had a child. Denial is not a river in Egypt, but apparently I sail it often.

I’m about to buy a house. Holy Moses in a basket: I’m an adult.

Needless to say, I’m freaking out. I never knew that debt could be so emboldening

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