If anything, being in Dublin so far away from my family has prove that I make a terrible adult. I've been to the grocery store once in my entire stay here. I practically never have food in the apartment, and am always popping down to centra for a sandwich or the ingredients for the one thing I know how to make: pasta (and when I say "I know how to make" I mean my roommate Claudia, I usually just buy the stuff and "supervise"). Needless to say the variety and nutritional value I've grown accustomed to with my sister's cooking at home and my meal plan at school are pretty much non-existent. Sometimes I get so excited when I see vegetables I'm surprised I don't eat them right there in the store.
I also realized that I am incapable of caring for myself properly here. If it wasn't for Claudia, I'm pretty sure I would have laid sick in my bed for a week before realizing I should probably go to the doctor.
Household duties are also not my strongest skills. Although we do manage do keep the apartment relatively clean, yesterday I wore flip-flops because I ran out of socks. Every time I think I'm getting better, something else comes up to make me feel like a completely incompetent idiot. Its embarrassing.
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