Sweeping the crepe myrtle petals off the sidewalk today, I was suddenly almost paralyzed by the realization that
this is my real life. I'm an adult. I own a house, 2 cars, 10 pets, a garden, some plants, and shortly will have real life insurance. I'm an adult with a real job in the real world. No longer an ephemeral student. Then I felt incredibly ancient (at 31) and frightened by my own fragility and mortality. Ah, life.
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