I feel like, of all the classes you take in school, there really should be a class on how to be an adult. Someone along the line should really sit you down and give you a text book titled "So you decided to grow up..."
Really.
A few weeks ago David started working. Before he started the job he got a packet in the mail of information we needed to fill out. Insurance information. Life, health, vision, dental. Insurance for dismemberment? He's working on computers! How will he be dismembered? And my favorite line, insurance won't pay for dismemberment or death in the event that David participates in a riot or mob...crazy stuff.
And that's just one thing. All at once we had to figure out how much our lives are worth. And who gets that money. And when they get that money. It was overwhelming to say the least. Putting a price on your own head so to speak. Or our health. How much vision insurance do we need? Dental? Who knows! I've never know the headache that went into this. Then there were the things like spending accounts and reimbursement policies.
But it did have it's rewards...besides the obvious, being insured, there are others. I think since we got married I haven't really "felt" married. I mean, yeah, we're married, and we're living in a camper all by ourselves, but we still had our parent's there a simple call away. When those insurance cards came in the mail, for the first REAL time in my life, I felt like an adult. A real adult. Not a teenager saying "I'm an adult" but a real honest to goodness one. A grown up. Who's married.
Weird...
