As of this past Monday, I’ve been a college graduate for six months. I’ve learned some surprising things since then. Here’s a sampling.
1. Everything in my life is now my fault. If I don’t have clean pants to wear to work, it’s because I didn’t do laundry. If I have eaten nothing but beans and rice for three days, it’s because I didn’t go to the grocery store. If I can barely see my face in the mirror, it’s because I haven’t replaced burnt-out light bulbs in my bathroom. There are no work orders, no cafeterias, and no offices that will allow dirty and/or wrinkly pants.
2. I should never live alone. I have come to embrace my introverted self in the past couple of years, and I’m finding that it’s easy to disappear into my own world in the evenings, even when I live with three other girls and two dogs. If I didn’t have them to interact with, there would be a strong chance of my semi-misanthropic behavior completely consuming my days.
3. This is the first time in my life my friends aren’t readily available. While it may sound contradictory to #2, I hate not being around them on a daily basis. Seeing each other takes intention and planning—no more spontaneous dropping in or trips to Wal-Mart. What’s hard, though, is realizing that this is the norm for adult life. I haven’t made the adjustment well.
4. Words are still the love of my life. I haven’t been without a book since I graduated, although I haven’t had as much time to read as I used to fantasize about (see #1). Last night I met with a friend who’s working on writing a book, and just going over her work with her left me giddy. Times like that, coupled with the mind-numbing job I have now, strengthen my confidence in the fact that some day I will make money by writing.
5. The new love of my life may very well be cooking, especially for other people. When my right-hand man and I get a weekend together, we try to have at least one cooking adventure. We’ve made some delicious things together, which motivates me to keep trying new things when we’re apart. Some of our proudest achievements include a whole roast chicken, a hummus pizza, and chicken tikka masala.
6. I’ve gotten to the point in life where I have to do math to remember my age. And that number still confuses me some days.
7. I will never ever ever ever ever ever ever be a morning person. Ever. I have tried for months to make this happen, but all it’s doing is turning me into a no-time-of-day person. Early to bed and early to rise may be making me healthy, but it sure isn’t making me wealthy or wise. Just cranky.
8. Discipline is good for me, and I’m not as bad at it as I previously thought. I’ve been to the gym nearly every weekday morning for over three months. I went to a volunteer training session at the local community college. I went to an eight-week class at my church. I’ve written this blog every single week. I’ve cleaned my room and bathroom, washed my sheets and towels, vacuumed my carpet and car more than once since moving in.
9. I’m certainly not where I thought I’d be, and I still have no idea where I’m going. Here’s to hoping the next six months bring more surprises and greater adventures.