A Treasure Found at Home

there are some things i’ve learned about life as i’ve grown older. and there are some things i struggle with. sf is certainly the city of arrested development in a lot of ways. many adult professionals need their parents’ help to buy a first home, which is the same price as a fifth home if you’ve made very good real estate investment decisions in most other areas. middle aged people with good jobs have housemates and will never buy.

in the midst of all the house hunting and housing issues that are keeping me feeling far from independent i find other little ways to remind myself i’m grown up.

like dinner. i don’t eat much at night and most restaurants serve much more food than i am able to eat in one sitting anyhow. the solution? only appetizers and dessert. it’s the perfect size, there’s more variation, and it ends up being less expensive most of the time (though, not all of the time). plus, it’s fun to share your food with your dinner buddies. finding what works and what is less wasteful is part of growing up, to my mind anyhow.
i’m not the only one thinking about growing up, though. i, asshole posted a link to a wonderful set of rules about being grown up. many of which i wholeheartedly agree with. let’s just say, my little drivers (when and if they come along) won’t be allowed out on the street if they can’t find their own fuses ~ literally and figuratively.