The other week, I bought a bag. A shoulder bag. You know, one of those things that normal people call a purse.1
The following week, I bought another one.
Now I have two "bags." One is grey, and the other is brown. I can swap them out when I wear different-colored clothes. They have pockets, and zippers. This is huge for me, because up until now I have solely used backpacks and tote bags to carry my necessary items around.2 I feel like at last I can successfully pass as being cognizant of and knowledgeable in popular fashion. I feel like I felt in my mid-20s when I finally decided to toss those too-short and too-tight Forever Twelve shirts: I have crossed a new threshold. I have taken a considerable step towards growing up.3