An outside perspective to my inside life

Sometimes I forget that I am an adult, and then I will be in the middle of some task like loading the dishwasher, switching clothes from the washer to the dryer or scrubbing the bathtub and it hits me like a ton of bricks. Then I start thinking about all of the adult things in my life and I start to get claustrophobic.

I frequently miss the days of living at home having my mom take care of my laundry and cook dinner, my dad fixing stuff when it was broken, sleeping in, and only ever having to worry about getting my homework done or keeping my room clean.

I don't know what good growing up has done me.