... Life as I see it...
I own a home, he has a part-time assistant, she is the head of department. As surprisingly odd as it still seems, we are, adults.
We contribute to CPF, pay too much for home insurance, and have credit cards in our own names. Sometimes we wear suits and cook our own dinners; something usually a little more elaborate than instant noodles. We choose with whom, and how, and where we want to spend the few hours not consumed with work.
Mornings no longer consist of sitting in a circle on the floor, drinking OJ out of Mickey Mouse plastic cups, singing the Alphabet or, the School Song. We don’t have homework, or homeroom, or eat hot lunches off of trays served by middle aged women, with plastic bags seemingly sewn to their heads. Entertaining nights no longer require rolls and rolls of toilet paper, and someone else’s trees.
No more bedtimes, curfews, or parents pacing the halls of our homes, wondering where we are or what we are doing, so we allow Saturday to slip into Sunday and continue taking turns whipping each other at Wii or on PSP. One win, and a smile so large spreads across my face, as the child within is awakened; one pony-tailed Atari-addicted player, in pink PJs.
Still an advocate of pink, but no longer dressing in cutesy PJ's, I’m convinced that the moments like these, moments spent not acting like adults, while having all the freedom it allows, are still so preferable to being young.
Sure, adulthood has, and will continue to have, its own set of shortcomings. There were dating disasters, months when I spent working way too hard for the money and people who expect me to be more visible in their lives, more so than they've been in mine. I suppose there will always be too many bills to pay, too many things to get done and never enough time.
Even so, I'd never trade the tough times as an adult for all the awkward stages I had gone through, to get here.
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