On becoming an adult.

I always thought there was a magical moment that happened in every person’s life, something very distinct and special, which instantly transformed said person from child to adult. I pictured it similar to a bolt of lightning, something fast and bright and filled with energy, so much energy that once hit with the magical ‘it’ moment you could never go back to being the same person as before.


Whelp, that wasn’t what happened, instead I was dealt the bolt of sickness and snow.


I’m going to blame it on the street squid I had a few days prior, though you were a tasty treat Mr. Squid, buying you in a land locked city like Beijing definitely meant you were not fresh off any boat nearby. Needless to say the next few days progressively sucked. What was also becoming more and more inconvenient was the fact that I was desperately in need of fresh fruit and vegetables and, you know, actual food (sustaining on gummy lollies and yoghurt was not going to cut it). Since it is still Chinese New Year the campus shops are closed for at least the next week, increasing my supermarket time from five minutes to half an hour.


Now this isn’t that big of a deal, I mean I was sick but not completely incapacitated, and a half hour return walk isn’t insufferable. I told myself I can rest for a mere 24 hours, and get right onto sorting life out as soon as I wake up the next day. Easy enough.


Aaaaaand then the cage snow came down! Winter, you betrayed me, I thought we had it sorted this year, you weren’t suppose to come (at least not until the next Game of Thrones season). It ended up being about seven or so cm deep (hush) but from my poorly perception this meant more travel time outside and an increasing level of uncomfortable-ness of which I was already measuring an 11 out of 10.


My choices as they stood were


  1. Survive off gummy worms and yoghurt until the avalanche disappeared.
  2. Go outside, lie on the ground, be one with the snow forever.
  3. Go outside, get groceries, go home.


And with every step to and from the supermarket, I grew. My adultness must have grown three sizes that day. By the time I got back home I felt like I could have filed taxes, or purchased a house, or joined a political party.





And then I re-watched the movie ‘Frozen’ cause let’s be honest, ain’t nobody got time for that adult stuff. Yet.







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