Despite being an adult, living on my own for almost 20 years, and attempting to raise two kids, there are times when it still just feels like I'm playing house.
I'm folding kitchen towels and changing bed sheets, but it all feels like a staged life. It's like I still don't quite know how to actually make a home... I just do the next thing that seems to need to be done. Clean the next mess, feed the hungry thing, fix what breaks. And days, weeks, and years have passed like this and the game of playing house goes on, without me ever really knowing what the fuck I'm doing.
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