Journey to the Unknown
I'm in the process of moving. And by process I mean the Uhaul is all packed up and we leave tomorrow. The problem with traveling with my family (who are hauling the Uhaul and helping move), is that we all have to agree. We have to agree on the way we're going, where we're going to stay, etc. And that's hard to do when no one is willing to make a decision. I'm used of them doing it and perhaps they're expecting me to do it... I have no idea. Do they consider me an adult? (yea, like that's every going to happen) Should I act like an "adult" and just think people will follow along?
This whole "almost adult" stage of my life is very awkward. I don't know if I'm supposed to know what I'm doing or not. I'm 22 (which I just turned 22 and it was strange b/c it was just a normal day with a bunch of people wishing me "Happy Birthday"), and I am not at all ready for it. 22 sounds old— like an adult. 21 is just legal with no strings attached. At 22— here comes the assumed strings.
I graduated college (whoopie!) and am moving to another state with my boyfriend. He has a job and is there now, I'm still looking in that specific area where he is. So I feel like all of the changes in my life are out of my control, in a way. I didn't decide where I would be residing, my boyfriend's job did. I don't really have control over my first job, the person who offers me a job does. (In this society, a writer without any prior experience, like me, should count their blessings to simply get a job. I can only hope I like it and it pays the bills.)
Plus, I have no idea what's to come. Before now it's been pretty easy. Go to school... Go to school... Go to school... Even college— I went to a school I was familiar (somewhat) with because my sister went there. After my first year, it became a comfortable routine. But now my routine is shot to sh... Well, it's just gone.
So wish me luck guys! I get to spend the next few days in an emotional roller coaster with my parents' and have them leave me in Illinois to transition into my idea of an adult. Yea, the blogs will get more frequent from now on.
This whole "almost adult" stage of my life is very awkward. I don't know if I'm supposed to know what I'm doing or not. I'm 22 (which I just turned 22 and it was strange b/c it was just a normal day with a bunch of people wishing me "Happy Birthday"), and I am not at all ready for it. 22 sounds old— like an adult. 21 is just legal with no strings attached. At 22— here comes the assumed strings.
I graduated college (whoopie!) and am moving to another state with my boyfriend. He has a job and is there now, I'm still looking in that specific area where he is. So I feel like all of the changes in my life are out of my control, in a way. I didn't decide where I would be residing, my boyfriend's job did. I don't really have control over my first job, the person who offers me a job does. (In this society, a writer without any prior experience, like me, should count their blessings to simply get a job. I can only hope I like it and it pays the bills.)
Plus, I have no idea what's to come. Before now it's been pretty easy. Go to school... Go to school... Go to school... Even college— I went to a school I was familiar (somewhat) with because my sister went there. After my first year, it became a comfortable routine. But now my routine is shot to sh... Well, it's just gone.
So wish me luck guys! I get to spend the next few days in an emotional roller coaster with my parents' and have them leave me in Illinois to transition into my idea of an adult. Yea, the blogs will get more frequent from now on.
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