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If you know me, you know that the phrase, "I DON'T ADULT WELL!", comes out of my mouth or is sent via text a. lot.

So today, when I got a call that I had been approved for an apartment, I did a little jig. And then when it really hit me, I cried tears of joy (shocking, I know). For most of you, this is not a big deal. An apartment? Pfft. Most people have their first apartment in their 20's.

My path has been different and tonight, while a little embarrassed, I'm more so just immensely proud. This is the first time in my life where I haven't had to rely on another soul to have a roof over my head. No parents. No roommates. No kick ass, killer deals from friends. No boyfriends. Nope....just Helen (except for Brucey who is contributing $0 to the household, so I'm not counting him for these purposes). 

I've done nothing in the last 14 months, but take risks. Scary, life changing risks and so many times I've doubted myself since, "I don't adult well!", after all. However, there's always been something pushing me to have faith in myself and keep going. Today's call solidified this move to Colorado away from my people, across the country to a new state. It reminded me, once again, that I've got this and while it's taken me a little longer to get here than for most, I have much to be proud of. 

Our paths are different and I've doubted mine many, many, M-A-N-Y times. I have no idea where I'm going and most of the time I suck at the whole "adult" thing, but I'll tell you this: I'm gonna keep on chugging along while celebrating the little victories.

Now I need to find a couch...


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