Ready, Set, Adult

It’s a wonderful feeling to constantly be on the move. To have a to-do list sixteen miles long and seven miles high. It’s been far too long since I’ve felt guilty when I’m not in this constant state of motion. It’s exhilarating and exhausting and wonderful. I don’t even really have time to write this blog post – I have two classes worth of homework to catch up on, an apartment to settle into, a book to finish reading, and a desktop to declutter.

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So many icons…

The state of my computer’s desktop is a great allegory of my brain – lets just say there are too many icons for my liking. There is no solid naming convention or folder system. Things are saved willynilly for the sake of expediency. This is what moving does to you. You are propelled, an inch at a time, through the storm. Minutes tick down, and then days. You ignore the little things, taking the shortcuts for the sake of saving time. Big things build and build, until all of a sudden you are on the other side of it. This is the calm after the storm. 

In some ways, moving is easier than after moving. There are finite goals and a finite timeline. You pack your things, you physically transport them somewhere, then you unpack them. Done. Adulting, on the other hand, has neither. You point your life in one of many uncertain directions and hope for the best.

My current assessment? Winning.

The New Digs

My new apartment gets three thumbs up. Sure it might be tiny – less than 300sq feet – but it’s Anna-sized. I am a nester, so it’s already starting to feel like home. This is perhaps one of the most important things to me. I like having space to call my own, and I like having that space feel like me. It’s the exact opposite of my desktop. Everything has found its place. There will undoubtably be additions and adjustments, but it already feels like I live here:IMG_0076

I have never really lived in a city before, so this is an interesting change. Capitol Hill is a great combination of city life and suburbia. There is plenty of green things – trees, parks, flowers – balanced out with plenty of stores and restaurants. All of this within walking distances of my front door. I’m taking full advantage of the bus system, and ever full-er advantage of the beautiful weather to do some exploring. (I’ve become convinced that this “rain” everyone warns about is just a ruse to keep people from moving here).

The New Gig

IMG_0050I have been incredibly lucky to have found a job that fits my interests and skill set. I honestly wasn’t sure it would ever happen. Not only do I find the work I’m doing interesting already – but it’s keeping me on my toes. Everyone at work has been lovely, and they had no reservations about putting things on my plate.

This has been a weird shift for me – it has been years since I’ve had regular hours, and this is the first time I’ve had regular hours and only one job. I’m starting to discover this weird thing called “free time.” I’m learning how people have time to be adults. Who knew that when you work 9 to 5-ish that you actually end up with evenings and weekends? For the moment this extra time is being filled with catch-up to-do’s left over from moving, but I’m already plotting things to do. Adult kickball for starters.

The New Digs, Part 2

Seattle and I are friends. There is still plenty to learn and explore, but this city seems to be my speed. The other day, I was walking down the escalator to catch the light rail just as the train was pulling up to the platform. No one rushed. There was no pushing and shoving. Everyone seemed perfectly happy to wait for the next train if they couldn’t get there in time. Not a single briefcase was shoved into the doors so a businessman could slip in. It was very weird. I liked it.

What Now? 

Besides working through my endless to-do list (and organizing my files), there are two big, giant things that I need to accomplish. First, I want to get in shape. I’ve said this about a million times before, but I finally feel like I have all my ducks in a row. I have great running paths, I have motivation, and I have nothing else to do. So why not go running a few times a week? Every time I go I am reminded of just how much I enjoy it – and I would enjoy it more if I were better at it.

Second, and less promising, is the need to make friends. Every time I’ve moved to a new city, I had some avenue for meeting people. This time is a bit different. Making friends is up to me and me alone. Which is terrifying. But hey, maybe I’ll make friends at kickball (yes, I was serious about that). I’ve also committed to reach out to some of my old friends – people around the world who have fallen by the wayside. I am finally in a place where my life feels more stable, more controlled and I think I’m ready to start building (and rebuilding) real connections. It’s going to be great.

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