Suit Yourself

It's that feeling of independence that I love to breath in. Slowly, but surely I have been slipping from beneath the radar of parental dependence. Perhaps not long ago I would have let my meager severance go to new clothes (because if there's one thing I love, it's a well put together outfit), or for a ticket to Disneyland. (You never grow up there.) However, since the birth of my Mazda 3, a sense of responsibility was also born. Like a great big tree, more branches stemmed and now I buy my own groceries. Most of you are probably saying "pish posh, I buy groceries for me and my 6 kids AND pay for their gas and registration." My highest praise is being sent to you via cyber space (seriously, kudos). I just feel as if I've taken a weight off of my mom's shoulders, like she now has someone paying room and board even though I'm really not paying for my room. Between her emptying accounts for my sister's college education and paying for life I felt as if there had to be a time and place for me to grow up. SO:
I went to good ol' Trader Joes this morning and bought my "needs". I got everything healthy and scrumptious like rice crackers and guacamole, wheat-free waffles, dried seaweed, and more. It felt damn good to take care of myself without mother in tow with the cart.