I live in my own apartment, cook my own food and pay my bills. I go to work every day and sit in a cubicle. I answer my phone and make engineering like decisions. I fill my Jeep up with gas. I vote and pay taxes. I have a loan. I buy toilet paper… And yet, some days I still have to convince myself that I’m not just a little girl playing house, that my mom will be here shortly to take me home and all the fun will be over.
