You have googled “which number on the check is my routing number” at some point in the last month.
Above good grades and decent paychecks, aim for experiences. Don’t always play it safe. Be dynamic. Be weird. Make mistakes, get your heart broken, take that trip.
I previously thought that I had reached adulthood at 13 when I was forced to memorize hebrew prayers on my iPod color and invite 200 of my closest friends and relatives to a Nikki @ Nite themed party.
I may not be as truly independent as I thought I was, but it’s okay to cry for the home that will never truly be mine again – and the fact that I can appreciate the loss of it makes me realize how far I’ve come.
Let me guess, for the last, hmmm let’s say twenty years you have been without a doubt supported by your parents. I don’t mean in a spoiled way. I mean in a you don’t have to worry about your cell phone bill, the new car for your birthday is on them, and they don’t even dare to speak about the finances in front of you way.
For the first time in our lives (for some of us) everything is now our decision. Completely and fully ours. And that’s scary.
Don’t feel bad because you think that everyone else has life figured out, feel great because figuring it out is the fun part.
We want things money can no longer buy. We want happiness, but a new phone won’t suffice.
We have no problem talking to adults. If you’re an only child, chances are you’re like me and spent most of your childhood being dragged to social gatherings with your parents and their friends.
Sometimes this whole adult thing is just too much.