It’s Holly

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Since I’ve moved out, whenever I talk to my mom on the phone and she asks me what I did for the weekend, the running joke is for me to say, “You know… I was doing them grown thangs that grown folks do”.

The first time I moved out it wasn’t like… the “Grown Folk” move out. It was the “This probably isn’t a good idea because I don’t have a lot of money but I’m gonna move out anyway, and probably move back home eventually” move out. This time, however, was the Grown Folk move out. If I have to move back home I’ll feel officially defeated (even though I know my mom wouldn’t mind having me back home too much).

But now, I’m “grown”, and other than paying rent and washing dishes and cleaning the bathroom, I did my first grown folk “bitch, you live by yourself” activity.

I re-potted a plant. By myself. On Purpose.

When I first moved in, I bought a jasmine plant from the grocery store because they smell pretty. I was pretty much convinced that after the flowers fell off it would die (I’m not too good at keeping things alive). But lo and behold, the bitch is still growing — out of control, in fact. So I took my grown ass down to the Home Depot and bought a new pot, a white trellis and some potting soil (Note: My Home Depot inner monologue – Am I really BUYING dirt right now? I thought dirt and air was free… This is bullshit. Literally.)

I checked with the cashier to make sure I had everything I needed and he said I was all good. I went home, de-potted my grocery store jasmine plant and placed it in its new, bigger pot.

Grown shit, son. My hands was dirty n’ everything.