Tired of adulting? Yeah, me too girl. It’s really not what I thought it would be, right? When I was younger, all I wanted to do was grow up and be super cool like those trendy teenagers riding the subway all alone, and stopping at the store buying a can of coca-cola with their own money.

And then somehow, in the blink of a second, I made it to where I always wanted to be, in my late twenties.  But it always seemed so much better on TV and on other people. I became what they call an adult, but I still don’t feel like one, maybe in another ten years. But right now, I’m not sure I still want to be one.

After wanting to have my own home for so many years, now I understand what a mistake that was. Not that it’s not fun sometimes having my independence, but just searching for an apartment, making sure everything works and is intact is enough of a headache for the next few years. Then paying the rent? Well, that’s a whole other story. Never thought of that before when I was living in mommy and daddy’s big suburban house.

Laundry, cooking, and cleaning? I also never really thought about what a pain it would be, because my parents would always do it. I never realized how much work it is, and never appreciated all the hard work they did for me. I’m constantly stuck with the eternal battle of deciding whether to continue living like a wild animal or put some effort into my home.  

I used to love going to the grocery store, walking down the aisles and making sure I didn’t miss anything. It was the most exciting experience. But now that I need to go out of necessity and not as a fun outing? No thank you. There’s nothing more annoying than walking all the way to the store, waiting in line for an eternity, paying your hard earned money on overpriced items and then carrying all the heavy stuff up your billion and one flights of stairs, especially when I’m dying over hunger. And here I was thinking that waiting for dinner to be ready was difficult.

I used to use a different towel every time I showered, and now? Every few weeks I’ll change it when I feel like I don’t have a choice.  Looking for a job and waking up every morning to go to work? Oh boy. Can’t mom call in sick for me?

Basically, adulting is hard friends. Enjoy every moment of your childhood, appreciate everything that’s done for you, learn to do it too, and know that the grass is always greener on the other side.