Someday I will pay taxes.

Federal, State, Personal Property,
the whole nine yards.
Maybe I’ll hire a guy
from H&R block to do them.
I’ll be paying off a
mortgage,
student loan debt,
and the Target credit card I managed to max out
...again.
But, I’m excited to be living in my own red brick one-story.  
Even if it means paying my taxes.

Someday I will wash my own dishes.
My least favorite chore
in
the
world.
I don’t want to scrub the cheese out of my mac and cheese bowl.
I don’t want to scrape cookie crumbs from the IKEA brand baking dishes.
But by then, maybe I’ll have a darling husband, who will wash our dishes
because he knows I hate doing it,
which would make me the happiest girl in the world.

Someday I will vacuum my own living room.
Under every nook and cranny of my grey couch,
around every bend of my white and baby blue statement rug.
I don’t enjoy vacuuming.
But maybe, I’ll have kick gyms, rattles, pacifiers
Barbies, monster trucks, and Disney DVDs
to vacuum around.
Those little joys will make vacuuming
the most rewarding job in the world.

Someday I will use all my pins from Pinterest.
I’ll make my own
laundry detergent,
almond milk,
and pillows.
I’ll try out every crazy pasta and cheesecake recipe
I can find.
I’ll DIY everything, leaving holes and various paint colors
on my walls.
I’ll travel to the beaches of France and own that maxi skirt I’ve had pinned
since I was 13.

I’m excited for adulting,
All the freedom and new tasks I get to explore,
in my cute little one story
with my adorable little family.
But someday I’m going to have to pay taxes.
And I really, really, really don’t want to.