Reality is starting to crash in on me in the week since Andy’s been away. I’m slowly realizing that there are a lot of things I took for granted while living with someone else.
Like, normally I would look at the overflowing trash can and think, “Eh, it will get taken out eventually.” But it recently dawned on me that if I don’t take the trash out, IT WON’T GET TAKEN OUT. Is this what being an adult feels like?
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