Maybe it’s being in my thirties, maybe it’s living on my own, but the novelty of adulthood has mostly worn off. Most days feel like endless strings of work and chores and tasks and obligations, consistently buying groceries instead of always ordering Sweetgreen and paying all my bills on my own and wondering when I became a person who cleans baseboards.…
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