She's a big girl now...

Life is speeding up...

So, barring any crazy happenings, I'm pretty sure Jon and I have found an apartment. After a very stressful day that involved one screaming session in the car and the realization that hunger and traffic lead to fights...we survived and will hopefully have an apartment together by next Friday. It's a lovely one bedroom in a small complex/courtyard thing on Fountain. We have a weird storage room that we love, hardwood floors, tons of storage, and a cute yellow-tiled kitchen. I really hope it's ours.

So, yeah. Life seems to speeding up. Moving in with my boyfriend (we've decided we want to be cryogenically frozen together). I bought a piece of art for his 30th birthday recently. We're raising a cat. We're planning to buy a house. I bought a car in September (and had my first accident -- really minor -- totally my fault). A 2008. I negotiated at my job. Now I'm approaching a turning point with my career (is security more valuable to me than pursuing something new?). Oh and I've shadowed my field producer, written episodes and segments, and generally discovered what I like and don't like and what I want someday (a story position...or you know, to be a supervising producer).

I've given up fancy coffees. After a lot of receipts I realized that I was a) poorer than I had been in years and b) spending way too much money at Starbucks.

I've been reading a trashy young adult series lately. And then I read an amazing British novel where the main character is a sixteen year old dying of cancer. She makes a list of everything she wants to do before she dies and as readers we follow her adventures. Its made me interested in writing a young adult novel. Just for fun -- as an exercise.

So, life is speeding up but it isn't scary. It's just fascinating. I feel ready but also a bit like I'm playing pretend. When do we start feeling like grown-ups? Or does it just happen one day? Out of nowhere? You wake up and you are one? Maybe without realizing it?