As a child I remember always running to check the mail box. It was a fun thing since mail always represented something positive: birthday money from a family friend, or a congratulations card after some milestone event. But, I now understand why my father always told me to appreciate not getting much mail. 
I have sadly found that most mail does not come in the form of flowery envelopes stuffed with party invitations, or even "thank you" cards, and certainly not Hallmarks filled with a crinkly twenty from Aunt Jeanie; it is those dreaded impersonal white envelopes, printed on with ugly typewriter font, and stuffed with bills that fill up the mail box. Those bills that used to get sent to my parents address now show up in my own personal mail box, with MY name on them. But this is all part of living independently, right? And it is the literal
price to pay for living this young free life that I live.
Now, I understand that these new fiscal responsibilities inspire adjustments, changes that we all have to make, some sooner than others. These adjustments test our budgeting and make us, once again, appreciate all that our parents or guardians just ‘took care of’ for so many years. How many of us really thought about the gas or electric bills growing up? These are responsibilities that I am ready for and look forward to learning to manage (well, kind of); but I will miss those days of running excitedly to check the mail, those days when I selectively picked which envelopes to open and those days when the most important thing was a sparkly party invitation or a birthday card from Aunt Jeanie.
I have sadly found that most mail does not come in the form of flowery envelopes stuffed with party invitations, or even "thank you" cards, and certainly not Hallmarks filled with a crinkly twenty from Aunt Jeanie; it is those dreaded impersonal white envelopes, printed on with ugly typewriter font, and stuffed with bills that fill up the mail box. Those bills that used to get sent to my parents address now show up in my own personal mail box, with MY name on them. But this is all part of living independently, right? And it is the literal
price to pay for living this young free life that I live.Now, I understand that these new fiscal responsibilities inspire adjustments, changes that we all have to make, some sooner than others. These adjustments test our budgeting and make us, once again, appreciate all that our parents or guardians just ‘took care of’ for so many years. How many of us really thought about the gas or electric bills growing up? These are responsibilities that I am ready for and look forward to learning to manage (well, kind of); but I will miss those days of running excitedly to check the mail, those days when I selectively picked which envelopes to open and those days when the most important thing was a sparkly party invitation or a birthday card from Aunt Jeanie.
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not to talk about e-mail, if you have a blog you can get so much mail sometimes you prefer not to because it leaves you time for nothing else
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