I'm a big girl now

As I look around my tiny basement apartment I don't feel very grown up. But if I enter my really tiny bedroom I feel a bit more grown up, because I finally have a grown up bed. A real, queen size, pillow top doesn't fold up bed. Few things in my life say grown up, my job does, my car does, my shoe collection might and I have a slightly more grown up wardrobe than I did a few years back. But I live in a basement and none of my furniture doesn't match, some of it was free and some of it is broken.
But I have a real bed now, so at least I can have a good night's sleep until I'm actually a grown up, or at least can be better at pretending to be one.