tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133025190158692781.post7416550823227249994..comments2024-02-18T19:00:44.022-06:00Comments on A New Type of Nesting: The Day My Childhood Died (a little)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133025190158692781.post-51305389047430784322014-01-03T12:16:35.516-06:002014-01-03T12:16:35.516-06:00"I've gone through the past 10 years of m..."I've gone through the past 10 years of my life wondering when I would finally feel like a 'real' adult.<br />When I would stop fooling people into thinking I wasn't just a kid who doesn't know anything.<br /><br />And it never happened. I signed a mortgage. I pay (way too much) every month to the bank to keep my house. Yet, I still fee like maybe I am just playing house.<br /><br />I had a baby. Scratch that...TWO babies. I literally walked them out of the hospital and no one followed after me saying 'just kidding, you can't be trusted with those babies.' Yet, there is a piece of me that feels closer to 15 than 40 (and to be clear, that is so not the case)."<br /><br />I could have written this word for word Greta. I keep expecting someone to show up at my door to tell me that while it's been nice I am in no way ready for adulthood. <br /><br />Leah M. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133025190158692781.post-49225649764555983382013-12-04T04:58:31.363-06:002013-12-04T04:58:31.363-06:00Funny as I was reading this post the words to and ...Funny as I was reading this post the words to and music popped into my melon...So bye bye miss american pie, drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry....<br />Uncle ToddAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com