There are so many good, nay, awesome things about being an adult. College. Eating when you want. Driving. Staying up late. Going to bars.
Probably the one thing that I HATE, nay, ABHOR, about it, is moving.
I don't know if I can handle moving one more time. I hate that transitional stage, it messes with my head, stresses me out. The one thing that makes stress bearable is the knowledge that I'll be coming HOME. But when you're moving--where is home?
I'll get through it. At least I'll have some help (:
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