My adulthood is still in its infancy. Almost six months old, actually, and teething on the zwieback of utility checks and "garbage day".

I'm thunderstruck when our landlord doesn't send reminder notes about rent. For months now I've pressed my laptop against the window, grasping at the neighbors' barely-there network. These things, like tender spit-ups, make me wonder if i'll ever toddle around without staining my surroundings or toppling over. I reach out in small ways to the idea of adulthood (crockpot recipes, dishracks) to test my responsibility, but balance it out by only making the same casserole for two weeks and always having it with a plastic fork.

{I am thankful for many things. I am thankful for unprotected internet connections. Bless you aliceinwonderNet}