Adulting

Adulting is a lonely journey, some sort.

At least, to me.

And this train isn't stopping any time soon.

It's not something I didn't expect, I did, I prepared myself for it (maybe I pretended I did).

Perhaps when it hits, it really, hits.

I don't blame anyone for it though. 

Am accepting the fact it's part of life, where eventually you'd end up by yourself, 

at least until you have someone to be with 24/7 i.e. married/children.

I know for a fact that it isn't always rainbows and butterflies and balloons and flowers.

But it is still, a lonely trip, adulting.

Or perhaps I'm imagining things.
I don't know.

Been awhile anyway, isn't it?

And next post will be awhile too.

This Covid19 era sucks.
Really sucks.