Time Flies

-No, it really does. 

I still have a short memory, stored in the back of my mind, of a summer (or was it spring?) day a long, long time ago. 

“Mum, do I really have to move out when I get older?” 

“You’ll be ready when the time comes.” 

“I don’t think I will. I would rather stay with you forever.” 

How difficult all the grown-up stuff one had to do just to stay alive seemed to me back then. But today I just paid the deposit for a house. A house. One that I’m renting for two years come autumn, with four other girls. 

Maybe not such an all too big deal, but it kind of just hit me all of a sudden.  I'm really not a child anymore. Darn.