Today as I sat in the laundrymat, I could not help but to notice the expressions on the women’s faces. Their faces screamed exhaust, but they continued to fold their clothes and take care of their kids.

The first person I thought of was my mother. She has to be one of the strongest women I know next to my grandmother. There are days where my mother words over 12 hours, but she still comes home and asks my sister and me how our day was, tidys the house, and asks if we had something to eat.

But first, I have to learn how to be an adult first. It’s true what my grandmother says, “Cherish those moments as a child because when you grow up, you’ll want to be a kid again.” Now of course I didn’t listen…I enjoy my age, however, sometimes I wish I could have the freedoms I had as a kid. The biggest worries I had as a kid were whether I was going to catch the latest episode of Dawson’s Creek and whether I had batteries in my cd player.

Paying credit cards, cell phone bills, & transportation is a part of being an adult. I’m not like my other friends who have families. However, it is still an adjustment. Truthfully speaking, I can understand why some people never want to leave college. College is similar to a mother: nuturing and safe. After graduating from college, we are on our own—I can tell you, we can say that ABC will happen after college, but often times it ends up happening FVN- completely out of order and completely unpredictable.

When I have this “being an adult” packed down, then I can focus on bigger things. But for now—credit cards, driving permits, blogging congest the mind.