Sometimes I feel like an adult in a kid’s body, and sometimes I feel exactly the opposite.
I came to this realization today while I was blowing bubbles in my milk with a straw. But more on that later.
I realized that sometimes I can’t wait to be a real grown up with real work experience, have the experience I need to get a job, and be an adult. Except I can’t do that yet because I’m only 21 and I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I’m 21, an almost college graduate, and I need a job.
On the other side, I feel like 5th grade Melissa is trying to bust out of the adult body I’m living in. Today for lunch, I had PB&J with potato chips layered inside. (If you say you haven’t done that, you’re lying.) I also started a harmless rumor and blew bubbles in my milk with a straw.
Being a kid was so much easier. I went to school 2 blocks from home, walked home with my best friend, and she’d stay until exactly 5:27 which gave her the right amount of time to get home by 5:30 for dinner. On the weekends, we’d meet halfway, right by the bushes in front of some old lady’s house.
Sometimes I feel like a kid in an adult’s body, and sometimes I feel exactly the opposite.
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