Being a Grown-Up

This past weekend, I went to a kegger. I've not been to one in a while. The good news was that this kegger had a bunch of folks around my age, so I didn't feel like an old lady moaning about the good old days in the early naughties and late nineties. As I sipped my microbrew (speaking of the perks of grown-up keggers: good beer!!), I started thinking about all the other grown-up things I've got on my list of things to do.

This past year has been the first time I've ever lived by myself, which shocked not only me, but a large circle of people. I've always had a variety of folks living in the same space as me, and living on my own, while awkward at times, is still TOTALLY AWESOME!!

My next to-do is to get my own apartment in Denver. A year after starting school, my daily two (or more) hours on a bus commuting has gotten a bit stale. So. I'm starting to look around the big city for a place for me, my 10-year-old fish "Bubbles," my two cellos, and my piano to land. Why this is scary is that I've never ever been the person to get a place to live. I've always had housemates find a spot, and I'd join in with all my crap.

When I start to freak out, I remind myself that not only do thousands of people do this every day, but that they do it and enjoy where they land. In the meantime, I'm going through all my stuff (which isn't too much, actually, after the great clean-out in Fall 2009) and donating a few last rounds before starting my big packing adventure. It's going to be wierd to leave the Hobbit Hole as I've been in this garage for six years now. Being a grown-up is scary at times. But the beer is good and having a whole new adventure will rock.

Moral of today's story: eek, it's one in the morning on a school/work night!!

An Erinku:
four weeks
til summer break
I can do it
I can do it