most days i still feel like i’m 18 years old. in a good way, of course.
i delivered 2 babies at work today.
i still feel like a young intruder wondering when everyone will figure out i shouldn’t be allowed to do things on my own.
tonight i stood in the yard of my new house and watched the realtor take the for sale sign out of the yard.
tomorrow i sign on the line.
i guess i will officially be an adult. not that having a license to practice nursing didn’t qualify.
it still doesn’t feel real.