The Trials and Tribulations of Adulthood

I So now that I'm technically an "adult" there's a few things that I've noticed that I like and also dislike doing. I'm sure every adult can relate to what I'm about to preach about. Whether you're an adult in college, an adult on your own like me, an adult with a family, an old af adult or whatever you may be 18 or older classified as "adult," let me know if you can relate.

Things I LIKE doing as an adult:

Grocery Shopping: Now it's annoying to grocery shop, especially when it's 10am and you're so ready for your breakfast shake, but you realize you forgot to buy apples (hint hint). But mostly for me, it's the best feeling being able to buy myself whatever I want and it's all mine to eat. Growing up, it was like a gun shot to the chest if someone ate the food I'd been fantasizing about all day, but now being on my own and only feeding myself, I have absolute freedom to buy and eat whatever I want at ANY time. Glorious.

Running Errands: Some may find this a daunting task, but for me, it's such a great and independent feeling being able to have a list of things to do and getting it all done on my own and on my own time. And being in New York, there is never a dull moment or a dull sight, so running around is a privilege. No more waiting in the car for mom to finish grocery shopping when you really need to get to the mall pronto. Now it's all up to me!

Earning Money: I was definitely one of those kids who would've rather earned the money of my parents, rather than my own. But now that I'm independent, it's a great feeling depositing money into my account that's all mine. And when I want that pair of shoes or that cookie, I can get it. Now where my independent women at?! *qui Beyoncé music*

Things I HATE doing as an adult:

Cleaning: Whether adult or child, I think universally the world hates cleaning. Especially the dishes. It was the worst growing up and finishing a great meal and then realizing you were the one responsible for cleaning up the mess, it ruined the meal every time. And now even as adult, I still find myself in the same situation. Granted it taught me responsibility, but it's a goal to one day hire someone to do the dishes for me. That's right, I'm gunning for the Real Housewives Status.

Taxes: When I got my tax return this year, I was very pleased, but I understand why the average New Yorker always seems upset. The taxes here are insane! I remember one of my first purchases was in Chelsea, big mistake first off. I paid fifty bucks for some photos and the tax added on another ten! And getting your paycheck isn't as miraculous as you think. The taxes taken off are ridiculous and it seems like the system pinches every penny they "legally" can from you. It seems as though, the more you earn, the greater the expense. Now how does that make sense?! If you relate to this regardless if you're a New Yorker or not, please raise your hand!

Finances: This is a broad topic, but for me it comes down to these main subtopics; rent, bills, food expenses, social events, basic necessities, travel...basically life and anything that connects it to money. It is so stressful managing your own money. You have to know when to spend and when to save. It has been so hard for me to say yes and no to certain things. It's easy to say no to buying an expensive item, when I know I have to save. But being in New York and on the go, the cravings hit and it's so hard to say no to a two dollar muffin. But those two dollars could save me some stress. It sounds idiotic, but it's so stressful. You can't just tell mom or dad to buy dinner, that comes from you. And my God is it frustrating and super stressful. Rent and transportation costs also don't wait until you're financially stable, you gotta pay when it's your time. I've learned that money shouldn't run your life, otherwise you will be miserable and always feel unstable, but it does help to have some. I just can't take the stress sometimes. With freedom comes responsibility as an adult. And boy can that freedom be great and responsibility be tough. GOSH.