Sometimes I feel like I’m straddling childhood and major adulthood. I’m 23. But either feel 13 years old. Or 73 years old. (Very little in between!!!)
First, I’ve been being confused for being 17 twice in the past week. 20, maybe… but seventeen??? First, the lady at the dry cleaner did not believe me that I had graduated from college. I seriously showed her my (almost expired) student ID to prove it. And then I went to adopt a cat (which I didn’t end up doing) and the lady at the Humane Society said, “I see that you checked the box saying you’re older than 21. Just so you know, we check to make sure that you are actually the age you say you are.” Perfect.
Let’s take a look, at the things I’ve bought most recently:
It’s all over the sliding scale of age here!
I go from buying grown up things (like the much needed desk) to children’s jeans. Totally normal, right??? No wonder everyone’s confused! Maybe my face looks a little young, but don’t forget about all of my grey hair!
Does anyone else feel like this? It has to be part of the whole first year in the Real World… or does it ever even end? Hmmm…