Adulting is Hard

Adulting is hard

I’ve been renting an apartment with my boyfriend for over 5 years now but we are ready to take the next step. We’ve been house hunting for a month or so now and WOW is it taxing… who knew it could be so emotional? Adulting is hard.

Speaking of my boyfriend… the man I’ve spent over 11 years of my life with. Why does the word “boyfriend” make me feel like a child? It’s like it holds this immature tone to it… it’s almost triggering. The giggles from my first graders say it all.

“Miss Sibiga, why are you a Miss and most of the other teachers are all Mrs.?” Adulting is hard.

We’ve made so many memories in this apartment. Memories I’ll always cherish, but they should remain there… in my memory- not in my future. If I have to carry one more load of laundry to and from my car, back and forth our 75 mile long parking lot, up a flight of stairs and down the hallway that has a different smell everyday… I MIGHT LOSE IT (which will be this weekend). Adulting is hard.

I’m trying not to get emotionally invested in the hunt for a house… but how can I not? Imagining my life blossoming into what I’ve always dreamed of with the person I want to spend the rest of my life with is magical. As you can probably tell, I’m the emotional and impulsive one and B is the logical and stubborn one. He’s quick to remind me to “temper my emotions” *rolls eyes* when a new listing pops up and I’m talking about paint colors, siding and ikea closets (I watch a lot of HGTV) but I’m about to burst! Adulting is hard.

House hunting on top of all of the other things can be extremely overwhelming. Like you know… doing so in a pandemic, in the first year of my career… as a teacher with bills (so many bills), and not being able to hug your parents when you want to because they’re thousands of miles away… it’s hard.

Adulting is hard.

Slice of LIfePart of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers March Slice a Day Challenge! I’m slicing every day this month. Thanks for stopping by

9 comments

  1. Adulting is hard and being a child is hard. I guess life is hard. But fear not. The time we can actually hug again is coming soon then it will seem easy. At that moment we will realize hard only makes easy better.

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  2. It is hard. House hunting is stressful but you will know your house when you find it. Not getting hugs is just as hard for your parents. We are seeing the light at the end of the tunnel though.

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  3. Adulting is hard — but look at you thriving despite all the odds! I am super impressed with what you are accomplishing right now. I can’t imagine doing all of this on top of being a first year teacher. I like how you repeated that phrase throughout — thanks for sharing your slice! Best of luck house hunting.

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    1. I loved this line, too! The whole rant about the laundry knowing that you will inevitably have to repeat that a few more times had me both laughing and empathetic! The repetition of “adulting is hard” also gave me the sense that you are so well grounded in your adult life and not above having a temper tantrum every now and then. Great contrast and description.

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  4. Really effective repetition here! Each paragraph is a slice in and of itself. You’ve woven it all together beautifully — and YES adulting is HARD – but you can do it — have fun along the way!

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  5. Adulting is so hard. My friend gave me some adulting stickers awhile ago – and believe me – it helps to look at those stickers and think of the ones you deserve for the day. LOL! So many things going on – and you are rocking it! Great slice with the repeated line too. Adulting is hard. It really is.

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