Good Talk.

I had a pretty fantastic talk with A. today. She reminded me that sometimes the worst parts about growing up are the parts that no one tells you about. You know. Like the part where being ‘independent’ and ‘being on your own’ intersect. This weekend, for example. My flight was delayed getting home, and I was pretty sad that I had no one to fetch me from the airport. A. reminded me that it’s not that I didn’t have anyone to pick me up, because I do; they just don’t live in the area, and that sometimes, being a big girl means hailing a cab in rainy weather.