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An Adult At 22

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    For some becoming an adult isn't really an option. Instead, it's kind of like "Oh, I have all of these responsibilities and if I don't follow through on them, I'm SOL." As for me, well, I never really found myself in that predicament until nowish.  A prime example of how I feel most days   I know fully that I am one hundred and one percent lucky to be almost twenty-three and just now having to truly start doing adult things. My parents, they probably don't know this, but I really am the most grateful that they allowed me to go at my own pace in life. Not once was I pushed into doing something I wasn't ready for.    Gosh, I didn't even get my license until just a month or so ago. I had a learner's permit from the ages of 16 to 22. All that time, if I wasn't ready, they weren't ready with me. And when I found myself hating the idea of a real job, they let me experiment with being a full-time Etsy shop owner, or a flea marketer on the...
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Meet Me :)

If you're reading this, you have stumbled upon my very first attempt at a blog. You are now either (A.) My mom, brother, or boyfriend. (B.) want to know who I am, or (C.) are stalking the bananas out of me.  As far as I'm concerned, it's option (B.), and in that case, Hi! My name is Sarah.  I am starting this blog half because I've always loved the idea of having my own little home on the internet to write about all of my favorite things, places, thoughts, and maybe even the things that make me cringe or irritably angry. You know the things that make life... well life. The other half is all thanks to my boyfriend who was guilt tripping me last night when I was putting writing this post off. "Why not try it out?" "This could be so cool!" I suppose this isn't an example of guilt tripping whatsoever. Instead, it's just the cold hard truth. My anxious heart sometimes likes to mistake the two. Heh. Random things about me that I think make me soun...
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