I keep forgetting, forgetting that I am 23.
What is 23 supposed to feel like? It’s 2018 and I’m no longer required to get married at 19 and start a family by 24 like my mom did.
If I graduate college by 25 that’s still reasonable.
The only times I felt like I was an adult was when I moved out for the first time, or when I got into a serious relationship and was basically living with my boyfriend at the time.
Then I felt 23.
So I guess adulthood isn’t defined by a number but by independence. A 16 year old married with a child living on her own is more of an adult than me atm.
I guess these age restrictions are dumb… you allow 21 year olds to drink but they are actually “14” living with mommy and daddy and you prohibit “16” year olds with a family of certain rights, still require a parental signature but they been on their own since “15”
A little bit twisted isn’t it.
Right now I’m 23 single, back with my parents, going to school, part time job and now I reverted to when I was 16.
a “woman” would be a wrong label for me, I’m currently a “girl” back in the nest
experience wise I am a “woman” since I have lived in my own before, went through certain struggles and persevered and have scars to prove it. I no longer fear independence like a child that never been out of the nest, I crave it. As comfortable as I am I’m bursting of excitement for the day I get to take flight and leave the nest again
hopefully for good.
being on your own is empowering, you live for yourself solely, you get to use your strength and create wonders.
Being alone is like dancing for no reason, just cause you can, it’s your life, your home, your clothes you earned it.
theres no better feeling than being able not only to have your own life but give back to the people who made you.
So I reverted back to 16 for the moment, but I’m more than eager to feel 23