Today was another pitiful (I would call it) stepping stone in my grown up life. It was time. Sigh. After moving to Indy, I had made the decision to keep my hometown checking account open juuuuuust in case I needed to withdraw money when I was home or for an emergency - and I think it was also a subconscience descision to feel like a piece of me still existed at "home."
Who knows--logically the decison was ridiculous...I never used it, and the money was just sitting there idle. I mean, they were spending more sending my parents paper statements every month than I was helping them make. The account became so inactive, they started taking $1 out a month as a service "inactive account" charge. I didn't notice until this month...last time I looked there were $5 more dollars. Like I said...It was time.
So, I marched in and walked away with $11.75 cash and freedom from good ole German American Bank....Growing up, one step at a time. Sometimes, I can't help but shake my head at myself.
