I don't know what to say today. Nothing much going on. Got off work a bit early and went grocery shopping and did laundry.

I guess when you move out on your own, as I've been for nearly a year, the things you look forward to kind of change. No longer is every night free to hang out with friends at the coffee shop or to spend hours shooting pool. Now you've got responsibility. And the big events in your life sometimes revolve around doing dishes, cleaning clothes, or stocking the fridge. Thursday is no longer "Must See TV" night (although you still watch it.) It's "clean up your mess" night. True, you still have friends over to hang out. . . but now you worry about them spilling Pepsi on the carpet or raiding the fridge. And when you do get to go out, it's like an escape or a prison break. A few hours of freedom before the wardens of order and cleanliness have to drag you back for reality. And work is no longer just there to help you pay for your dates or movie nights. It's a necessity that you wake up to go to every morning, and if you don't go, you have no way to live.

I know it sounds boring, and those of you still living with Mom and Dad might be wondering if it's really as bad as it sounds. It's not. It's a great time, and you begin to learn so much about yourself. You grow up fast, learn how this whole money thing works and begin to understand your strenghts and limitations.

I didn't really expect to dwell on all that right now, and I'm out of time and have to head to my parents' for dinner. But I hope to write more, something deeper (and happier!) a bit later!

Later,
C-Dubbs