Are we adulting already?
I turned 23 this year and this year hasn't been any less than a roller coaster ride so far. I experienced everything I had experienced at least once before this year, but it was still so new to me. Let's do a case-by-case analysis (look at me turning into a corporate slave and flaunting my corporate jargon). I shifted first to a PG and then to a 1RK (Trust me, I swore to myself that I would never shift in a 1RK because they're tiny but I think I found a home here). I always assumed that living in an apartment would be like living in a hostel, but it feels different somehow. Don't get me wrong, I like living by myself because it gives me a chance to work on myself every single day but adulting hits you hard when you've to prepare the next day's lunch after returning from the office. And god knows where all the unclean utensils come from. I don't even own as many utensils as I end up washing every hour (overlook my slight exaggeration but this is still the que...