I. Am. Done. University.
I finished my last class two months ago, my last exam a week later. Just now, the reality of my life is hitting me. I'm no longer a student. I am a living, breathing adult, who has finished the era that is most commonly associated with your 20s, although I barely escaped it before my 20s were over.
So this is the picture of adulthood:-Working full time
-Relaxing evenings, equally 1 part lazy, and 1 part trying to figure out how to keep busy
-Scheduling my "fun" into regular evening and weekend hours
-Trying to balance the small remnants of a social life I have
-Volunteering, always
-More cuddle time with my dogs, out of guilt of not spending nearly enough time with them from 8-5pm anymore
-Figuring out what my new hobbies will be (I may or may not have ventured into the worlds of colouring books, excessive Netflix watching, and my first grab at DnD - which I loved)
-Failing to exercise due to fatigue and scheduling
-Occasionally eating Mr. Noodles for dinner
For some reason, when I was a child, I pictured being an adult as having some sort of symbol - you'd know when you made it. But it turns out, I don't know I made it. I don't think I ever will, and I'm starting to think that might be a good thing. If life is a constant period of transition, it means you're progressing, moving forward, through a roadmap without any specific direction. If I ever stop and think "this is where I should stay", I think I might be ready to die. If there aren't any more steps to take forward, then where are you really going? What is the point?
Maybe this is what adulthood feels like. Moving too fast to really want to slow down.
Onward to new life chapters, I suppose!
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