And yet, this is where I find myself. Enough money to survive, live comfortably, without worrying, but I'm an adult so I don't feel like I'm doing it right if I'm not worrying about something.
So why am I writing about it? Simple: blogger is free, my internet is a budgeted expense that my roommates won't let me cancel, and I need an excuse to turn on my computer every once in a while to sync my fitbit. Duh.
What am I gonna write about? I dunno. Hopefully never my hibernation. Probably my (mis)adventures in trying to cook for myself. Probably even more about my very dumb cat.
Why start now? I'm almost done with the fifth Game of Thrones book and I keep putting off reading it so it doesn't end.
Is there anything else you feel compelled to explain? I have a cat named smallcat who used to be able to fit in the palm of my hand but is now approximately the size of a full size bed. The internet loves cats, right? I'll just keep talking about them, then.