Becoming the Manchild: Part 1
When I was nineteen I moved from Bismarck, ND to Fargo, ND. At the time I had concluded that Bismarck had given me all it had to offer. Most of my friends had already made the same move. It was time for me to begin my adulthood.
Adulthood was initially going to begin in early August, but was moved to the end of August when I fell in love with a girl. After a few idyllic weeks, I finally left. Unfortunately she soon found someone else and our communication became slightly one-sided. I spent a lot of time talking to her mother, who generally started things off with “She’s not home right now,” followed by “Have you found a job yet?”
“No. No I haven’t!” I’d say in my best because-I‘m-real-depressed voice. I holed up in my new room and got over it, killing off the last of my childhood and mastering a few magic tricks in the process. I emerged with new certainty: I had to get a job. I had to be an adult.
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