african women writers

I really feel like an adult lately. Which is weird, I have never thought of myself as an adult and it has little to do with the fact that I just turned 20. I feel as though life is really, unequivocally happening to me, right now without my consent and that is what being an adult is all about, no? You were right when you were four years old and decided you didn’t want to grow up, because Adult Life is all about the details. The mind-numbing details of dealing with the day-to-day until your mind finally derails, maybe in a nursing home somewhere, or if you’re like me, at 3 10 pm on the bus ride home from class, unable to stop crying unable to explain why you are crying. Those dreadful details of communication and bills and being thousands of miles from your family and winter days that you didn’t sign up for.