My friends and I have a running competition on who is worse at adulting -- currently, I think I'm winning because I'm yet to unpack boxes from 6 moves and 10+ years ago, not to mention yet to buy furniture.

After having lived with basically the sum total of a mattress + writing table and chair as furniture through grad school, I'm a trifle overwhelmed by the prospect of actually making choices on the furniture front (am almost tempted to call up an old ex who was rather obsessed with furniture shopping and ask her to do it but the other part of my brain is reminding me exactly how fraught all communication with her is).

Friends though seem to think that piddly stuff like not getting to work on time should count as not-adulting -- given my general obsessiveness about such stuff, that's easy-peasy for me.