A few weeks ago, I called a real estate agent and made an offer on a house. It was probably the most grown-up thing I have ever done. My heart raced, my hands shook. When I put the phone down I had to go straight out for a run so that I could burn off the adrenalin.
I felt like one of those “I can’t adult today” memes. Surely this wasn’t the sort of thing I could handle by myself. I was overwhelmed with an urge to call my mum, or any other responsible adult.