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Like it or not, I think I have to be a real adult now.
As of Saturday, I will have crossed pretty much every threshold you could come up with as far as what point you become an adult (at least in modern times....I still haven't killed my first buffalo yet). I will have graduated from college, gotten my first real job, and now moved out on my own.
Sure, I've lived away from home before...I did it for 4 years during college. But I had a roommate or roommates during all of that (except for most of my first semester my freshmen year, but that doesn't count and we won't go there). Now I'm going to have my own real grown-up apartment with the responsibilities and bills that come along with it.
It's not that I'm worried about it in the least sense. I know that I'm fully capable of doing just fine on my own. I actually had an apartment all to myself for a summer during college, and it was great. But none of the stuff in the apartment was mine. That's why this is so cool...it's actually MY stuff. I can arrange and decorate any way I want (okay, who am I kidding...any way that Tammy approves of) :). I'm finally going to get to have the nice stereo system I've always wanted but never had room (or money) for.
I guess you could say that I'm really excited about it, and I further guess that would be an understatement. It's not that living at home has been bad by any means...but it's just time. Time to be a real official adult...even though I'm still a kid at heart.