City Stickers

For a few years I was big fan of the show Grey's Anatomy. One of my fondest memories of college was taking a study break and watching the show on Sunday's (before it moved to Thursday's) with ten other girls in walk-in-closet-size dorm room. A few season's in I kind of gave up on the series, it might have been because I couldn't handle the "Into You Like a Train" episode (ew!), the overplayed-sounds-like-Snow Patrol soundtrack, or the Dr. McWhatThe? storylines. However, one of my all all-time-favorite quotes from television remains from this show:


"We're adults. When did this happen? And how do we make it stop?"

Recently I just got the renewal for my vehicle city parking sticker.

It's been one year already?

Someone page Dr. Hahn because my heart just stopped.

I feel as though I just moved in yesterday and am still getting used to "being an adult". There are days where I can't even handle it.  Rewind to last evening where I attempted to cook a frozen pizza, fell asleep on my couch, and awoke to the sounds of my blaring smoke detector. Yes, so apparently I don't know jack about cooking a Jack's.

When I first started out on my own last July 4th, I was shouting "Let Freedom Ring" from my studio window, but now I am counting the days where I get to live with my future husband. Don't get me wrong because living alone has its benefits: you can walk around in your underwear, watch whatever Bravo reality program your heart desires, and not feel ridiculous as you attempt to complete Jillian's Last Chance Workout at 5:30 AM (because seriously there's no chance I'm doing that after a long day at the office).

However, there's something to be said for cohabitation. Someone to remind you of that pizza in the oven before you doze off dreaming, someone to help you carry a month's worth of dirty laundry to your car while walking in heels, and someone to be there for you when you aren't sure if that's a centipede or cool bangle you must not have realized you purchased when you recently fell into the Gap (please let it be the bracelet!!!). In my case, I'll have someone to be there for me when I'm having a tough day dealing with the ileostomy.

So here I sit renewing my sticker for one more year and continuing the private practice of living alone. This summer I truly celebrate a new found freedom that my ostomy has given me and it has me smiling brighter then a firework. Before you know it, I'll be blogging about living with my McDreamy and avoiding a McSteamy situation of petrified pizza.