growing up

Tonight I am sitting down with my mother to a glass of wine while the water boils for dinner. It's a good night. We have been busy the past couple days preparing for a garage sale. As we rummage through childhood memories and old apartment decor, we both are reminded about how quickly the time passes. I realize how I have forgotten about so many things that were such a significant part of the preteen I use to be. I flipped through a few pages of my 4th grade journal: My enthusiasm and obsession for soccer was obvious throughout the pages with mention every few days. I talk about how my sisters are obnoxious and my best friends are the coolest. Playground activities, church choir and the girls group called G.A.s - for "Girl's in Action" were also mentioned several times in a few weeks. All these are things that have changed and put on the back burner. I quit playing soccer at age 14, I have a real relationship with my sisters (ones that I enjoy), and my friends, who are still pretty cool, have changed.

It's a funny feeling when you think of yourself as being the older twenty-something that was unimaginable at age 10. I am proud of myself actually. While living at home doesn't sound as good, I see signs of growing up. In addition to holding my tongue when I need to and accepting criticism from my mom... sometimes, I have built a resume, earned a college degree, and my unpaid internship has turned into a full time job. Yay!! I'll take this time to announce my official job title as Associate Manager for the American Diabetes Association. I will be continuing my commute to downtown Atlanta but with a few extra dollars to put away at the end of the day. Ah it feels good.
(for now - talk to me again after I start paying for the 1700 insurance bills I'll receive in a couple weeks)

6/10/2010