Stairway to Grown-Up World (not Heaven)

If anyone actually still reads these (other than Olivia, my one faithful reader, even though she probably already knows everything that's gonna be in here before she reads it, lol), here's what's going on in my life.

So I took my first steps today entering into the grown-up world. They may seem insignificant to anyone else, but I feel like it's a big deal. I'm talking about apartment hunting. Now maybe I only sat in front of my computer and looked at Rent.com for 15 minutes, but I still feel like that's a big step towards becoming an adult. It made me feel adult, anyway. Although maybe it didn't, because according to all of the signs we saw on the way down to Florida on Spring Break, "adult" only refers to the dirty sex shops that you see along the interstate. See I'm not talking about dirty interstate sex-shop adult, I'm talking about 9-5-no-more-homework-live-on-my-own adult. There's quite the difference there. So my plan thus far has been come graduation (on May 10th), I will move back home for a little while, work at my summer job that I've had since summer 2005 (Jay-Randolph Developmental Services where I work with young men who have physical and mental disabilities) for a month or two, and then move to Indianapolis for the rest of the time until I would go to grad school in the fall of 2009. Why Indy, you ask? Well, because I like to think that there will be more opportunities to find a job in a city of almost 800,000 people rather than in Smallville (Winchester) with a gigantic population of about 5,000. Also, maybe I'm just out to prove to myself that I can survive on my own. Granted, I'm sure I won't be entirely financially independent, as I will have to start paying off my student loans until I enroll in grad school. Also, my grandparents and cousin will probably be right around where I end up living, so help won't be too far away. But in a way, I'll feel like I'm on my own. This adult world is a scary place. You have to do things like maintain a budget, pay rent, go to work at the same time everyday, go to bed at a decent hour, and (shudder) do your own taxes. But I guess it won't be so bad. I'll only live in the Grown-Up World for a little under a year (if all goes according to plan), and then I'll be whisked back to the magical world of higher learning, where I can hide in Academia and not actually grow up, as I told a friend recently. But maybe, just maybe, I can be ready for Grown-Up World, if only for a little while.