I am so grateful that I fetishized the measured-out-in-coffee-spoons minutiae of adulthood so vividly as a teenager because the relief of finally getting there meant I have found very little of it to be a burden. I’ve loved paying my own rent. I’ve adored cooking for myself every day. I even used to get a thrill sitting in the GP’s waiting room, knowing I registered and got myself there without the help of anyone else. In my first year of bill-paying, I’d practically go weak-kneed over a letter from Thames Water addressed to me. I would happily take on the administrative weight of
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