Now, when I say adult responsibilities, I mean it as in responsibilities that must be done by people who are independent, not like adult book store, or adult activity center.
And I hate adult responsibilities. They’re stressing me out. First, my condo in Charlotte is still not sold. It’s been on the market since May, and nary an offer. Now, if I could move it to CA, it’d be a steal. However, sitting in Charlotte, it’s brought me nothing but property taxes. Ugh. Anyone want a summer home in Charlotte?
Oh, and taxes…hate them. Last year my parents thought it was time for me to do them on my own, despite there being lots of complicated things involved. A woman at H&R Block brought me to tears, and my parents relented and had their tax person do them. Now, my parents are extremely generous and have helped me a lot, but I very rarely ask them for help. Anyway, taxes are here again, and it stresses me out. I think I’ve had 4 or 5 different jobs in this tax year, which sucks.
Damn, if only I had appreciated the stress free life in college. One stress I’m thankful for not having right now–babies. Now there’s an adult activity that complicates life even more.