Saturday morning survival mode

Bank account balanced, laundry actually folded instead of living in the basket for three weeks, and I even managed to organize my desk drawers without finding any mysterious crumbs.

Saturday morning survival mode

Sometimes I feel like I’m playing house in this tiny dorm room, except the stakes are slightly higher than when I was eight.

The bank teller definitely judged me for depositing seventeen different checks from my work-study job, but whatever. At least I’m finally getting the hang of this whole “managing money” thing. Found two twenty-dollar bills I forgot about in my winter coat pocket, which basically feels like winning the lottery right now.

Operation Adult Life in progress.

Carmen texted asking if I want to grab dinner later, and for the first time in weeks I can actually say yes without feeling guilty about my disaster zone of a room. Small victories, right?