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The fact that starting this job was really "the first day of the rest of my life" is finally starting to sink in. I've got the routine down, what with commutes and work and grocery shopping on the way home and the cooking the dinner and packing the lunches and the making the weekends count for as much as possible.

It's funny though, when I had all that free time from only working part time, there was nothing going on and now that free time is at a premium, my social calendar has all sorts of things on it - concerts, kayaking, sailing, birthday celebrations, happy hours, ball games (though that sadly got canceled).

And now that I've got the almighty paycheck I can do even more. I was looking at some adult education classes (cooking, drawing and photography) and there's the possibility of getting season tickets to the theater or I could just pick a show every month or so to check out...we'll see. Plus, there's the plans for furnishing the apartment with some moderately grown-up furniture.

Guess it's just sinking in that this is me as a grown-up now...no more school on the horizon, just work and, for lack of a better phrase, grown-up stuff. So how come I still feel like a 14-year-old sometimes?



ETA If you're on my friends list, I read your journal (I'm strange like that), I just don't necessarily fill out every meme you happen to post.