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