Dear Diary,
I always wonder at what age do most people feel like an actual adult. For me it was the first night in my new home after purchasing it for the first time. A bad storm came and knocked out the power. So here I was, laying in bed all alone, with nothing to do but think. The darkness and the thought of how big this house was, frightened me a little and made me think about what if something was to happen.
Suddenly, I found myself contemplating things I never thought I would. Would I be able to defend myself if I had to? Would I be able to use my husband's gun if push came to shove? Who would be there for me if I needed help? These thoughts raced through my mind, and I realized that I was no longer in an apartment with neighbors nearby.
In that moment, I started to feel like an adult. It wasn't when I moved out after high school, not when I bought my first car, not even when I moved in with my now-husband, that I started to feel like a real adult. It was at this moment, at age 24, that I knew it was official. And to this day, three years later, I'm still unsure why this moment made it all feel so real.
Maybe it was the fact that this house truly belonged to me, or perhaps it was the realization that this is how life is going to be from now on. No more moving around, no more uncertainty. I had my forever person, and this was the beginning of the life I always dreamed of.
It's funny how a simple moment can make you reflect on your journey and make you appreciate the simplicity of life. I'm grateful for this experience, as it has made me embrace my adulthood and cherish the simple life, I have created for myself.
Sincerely,
Aqua
Tear rolling down my cheek. Beautiful story.