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'.