At 19 years old, I’m experiencing a crisis. Like a midlife crisis, but with more hair and an empty bank account. This week, I took the next step in becoming an adult, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
The big step into adulthood began when I signed a lease on my first home. Granted, I have been out of my mother’s house for almost two years, but I wouldn’t consider a college dorm room or a sorority house as being “on my own.” I’ve yet to receive my first electric bill, deal with a pesky insurance agent or call a plumber because my pipes burst and I’m drowning in my home.
Needless to say, I’m terrified. My mind spins with potential scenarios of clogged pipes, spider invasions and creepy neighbors. I mean is there not a college class that will teach me how to handle these issues? Like, How to Adult for Dummies, or something!
One thing I have taken from this experience is that a bucket list is not all fun and games. When I put number 54 on my list, I didn’t consider the smack to the face that came with it. Signing my name on the dotted line did not only come with a new home, but it also brought a new sense of reality.
Although I’m currently intimidated, I’m also ecstatic about life on my own. I will be able to cook my own food, perfect my interior design and gardening skills, and have a glass of wine with my roommates after a stressful day. If those things come with a few creepy neighbors, I suppose I’ll take it.