About five years ago, I wrote a blog post about becoming an adult . At that time, I was 20 and was in England for the first time. I had no idea what to expect from life or that the NEXT five years was going to be so different than what I expected. I had moved away from home for the first time, and I was getting to know who I was outside of my childhood home. I got to “adult” for the first time. Now, I’ve done a lot more adulting, yet I still don’t feel like an adult. I have a career, I have goals, I have savings, I’m taking care of myself, and I’m making it through a gosh-darn pandemic. I know how to cook, I have a financial advisor, I make time for friends, I’m in a stable relationship, and I know what my values are. I’ve maintained long distanced friendships, I drink water, I have hobbies, I’ve paid bills, and I budget. Isn’t that the list? Doesn’t that mean I’ve done it? Am I an adult now? The truth is ...
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