When I moved to Texas in early '09, I was 24, and had never lived on my own. This wasn't a starter kit either. I was in a different time zone than my parents, and it was feet first into the deep end. I certainly learned quite a bit about what I could do. I fell in love with running. I discovered that I can cook, and that I like cooking. My job introduced me to a field I never knew existed, and getting that job also meant not having to move back to Boston. My first trip back showed me that my close friends didn't live there either. There wasn't anything to move back for.
I also learned the downside to adulting. Really, they don't prepare us for all of this. Financial independence is overrated. Got a car? That'll give you some surprises. There's nothing like going in for the annual inspection and being told you need a new battery. Or new tires. That one hurts. I took back all those times I said I wanted to be independent. No I don't! Not anymore!
I'd be remiss if I didn't mention the most important thing: Allie! She's a Texas girl, born, had her litter, and adopted. She adds so much to my life. She's cute, she's funny, she's a snuggle bug. She zooms around and plays tag, then bonks. I make sure her condos are against the windows so she can survey her kingdom. She'll have more space to run around, and two step brothers to play with. I know she'll hate me for the two days we're in the car, but we'll both get there.
Now I'm almost 32, and it's time for the next adventure. I'm excited for my new job because it means learning new things and rounding out my skill set. I'm excited to be close to my parents again. I'm excited for the running scene in Boulder. I might even take a ski lesson here and there. So much has happened in these last 8 years. I'm scared too because it's another unknown, but an unknown that has a pretty good safety net already in place.