I had a moment today. Let me paint you a picture. I went out to my car and the battery was dead so I hopped on my bike to make it to my hair appointment. My normal shoulder strap purse wasn't exactly bike friendly so I substituted it with my roommate's mini backpack. I knew I also needed to go to the library so I brought my overdue book which happened to be targeted for young adults.
As I was waiting to get my hair cut, the combination of the bike, book, and backpack suddenly struck me and I felt the familiar feeling of a little kid playing grown-up. The only thing that felt out of place was that I was at a hair appointment.
That actually happens to me fairly often. When I'm working at the hospital or paying bills or getting my oil changed, I sometimes think, Am I really old enough to be doing this? When did I turn into an adult? I almost worry that someone is going to find me out and send me back home to my parents.
But with all due modesty, I was kind of a cute kid.
4 comments:
You were a very cute kid. Sometimes I look at my kids quizzically. Why am I their mom? When did that happen? I keep thinking I'm the big sister.
If they send you back home, we'll be happy to have you - just be sure they realize that home will be in Sweden for the next 18 months. And yes, you were a cute (and wonderful) kid.
You ARE cute. Funny, maybe we will have these moments are entire life.
wow nice blog!
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