Money, if it does not bring you happiness, will at least help you be miserable in comfort.
-Helen Gurley Brown

So Christmas is costing close to a $900.00 for me this year.  BREATHE, it’s not as bad as it sounds.  Half of it is airfare to get back to England, the rest is presents and postage for assorted family, godfamily, friends, coworkers, boyfriend and family, birthdays, and the bevy of newborn babies that have put in appearances.

However, I noticed something funny while doing my usual bank account check the other day.  I read the list and checked it twice and still it remained.  Somehow, despite rent, mobile phone bill, food, and date funds, there was money left over.  Lots.  And then when I checked my debit/credit cards and saw that even though all my Christmas payments had gone through, there was still money left over.  Lots.  Not even counting my savings where I have the tidy sum of my plane ticket tucked away to pay my dad with (he actually bought it, I’m paying half).  AND payday is friday when I’ll get even more.

Did I ever complain about adulthood?  Did I ever question it’s intricacies and complexities?  Did I ever muse despondently on it’s ethical mires and shifting sense of identity?  I take it all back.  Right now, at this very moment, adulthood is AWESOME!