An adventure dealing with flat tires, broken car jacks, and amazing mothers.
Eighteen is a difficult age to be. You’re young enough that no one really listens because “Oh no honey, you’re far too young to be worried about that”, yet you’re also old enough to know that realistically, if you, and people your age don’t worry, who will? You’re old enough to check into a hotel,… Continue reading I’m a Fischer Price Adult
This section of my blog will be dedicated to learning to be a functional adult. Struggles of meal planning ( or eating less ramen), taxes, immigration, and things of the like will be on this portion. To those of you like myself who still don’t have a clue as to what they are doing, I urge… Continue reading Adulting?