It Finally Hit Me

I was sitting in bed a few nights ago, tucked in with my copy of The Godfather (required reading for Social Foundations, though I found it interesting enough that I'd forgotten about the "required" bit), when all of a sudden it finally hit me.  I'm not just here on vacation, taking classes for a few weeks before returning home and going back to real life.  This is real life.

It was a weird sensation to have, realizing all of a sudden that my life has taken such a turn.  I'm so grateful to be where I am, but coming to terms with being a for-real adult that has to do adult things like grocery shopping and sweeping the floor every week is something that is quite strange to adjust to.  The other day, I realized I could buy entirely pastries, pasta, and wine, and no one would be able to stop me (though I should clarify that I haven't just been buying pastries, pasta, and wine-- I promise I'm buying actual food too).

Yet somehow I've been managing to live as a (mostly) fully-functioning adult for a little over two weeks now.  I haven't starved yet, my room still looks (and smells) like a normal room, my laundry is getting done (when the washing machines work), and I've gotten everywhere I need to be with time to spare.  When I was looking forward to the future, I had no idea how I was going to make it through without dying, or at least failing spectacularly before figuring out what was going on, but now that I'm in the future, it seems shockingly simple.

Except for the microwave, I'm still not entirely sure how that works aside from knowing how to add thirty seconds to the cook time.  Apparently it has a 100 page manual.

I'm sure once I start having to pay electric bills and heating and rent and taxes, life will get a little bit harder.  But for now, I think I'll manage to be an adult.  Or, at least, a kid pretending to be one.

Katrina