there’s this thing they don’t tell you about adulthood…
it’s not about missing the “young” life — that time where you didn’t have to worry about bills, rent, work.
it’s missing that younger you, and the things you did when you were free of adulthood. somewhere along the line, when you aren’t even looking, you slough off that old you, and you don’t get it back.
i’ve been an adult for 6 years now, but adulthood? this is still new. and right now, i miss old me something awful. she didn’t have it all figured out, and was better off for it.