THE BIG ONE EIGHT
I turned eighteen today.
I spent years dreaming about this magical day, this seemingly elusive day when I would finally be able to make decisions for myself, the day everything would fall into place and I would suddenly be in grown-up land, with the key to life and the world at my fingertips.
Now that this day has finally come, I find my interpretation of grown-up land was an illusion.
I don't feel any different.
The lighting bolt of adulthood either hasn't hit me yet, or is far milder than my expectation.
I'm still confused as ever as to what I want to do with my life.
BUT.
I applied for a job.
That's a step in the direction of model-adulthood, right?
According to everyone and their mother, the road of my life is just beginning.
Here's hopin'.
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