I think I hope for clarity. To see things how they really are.
(Just because I'm 22 doesn't mean I know a whole lot.)
I've decided this year is going to be about me. Not necessarily in a selfish way. But about figuring out who I am. What I like. What makes me smile. What kind of music I really like, not what I like because it's what my friends are playing. What I really think about certain issues. What movies I like. I think having been to college makes me feel like I don't know as much as I thought I did. I was an English minor and I don't even know who my favorite author is. I haven't read all of the classics. I can't recite lines from my favorite poem. I don't even have a favorite poem. When someone asks me what my favorite flower is I want to be able to tell them. So I think I'm going to go by a few pots and some soil and some seeds this weekend and see what happens. I guess it's like Julia Roberts in Runaway Bride and trying to figure out what her favorite way to cook her eggs really is.
Not that this will be easy. Sure, I want to read books but first I need to get comfortable with a silent house. I don't want to automatically turn the TV on when I get home.
I have plans to decorate my room the way that I want to decorate it. Things that will require me to pull out a tape measure, a sewing machine, a paint can...things that will let me be creative.
I'm excited. I just hope I follow through.
I have other things to be excited about too. Like this weekend. I have plans with people I've met here in Atlanta. This makes me feel some sort of accomplishment. I did it. I made friends. I'm really living on my own and paying my own bills. Sometimes I feel too young for this.
And next week I'm having a dinner party at my house. There are already 15 people RSVPd to come. And I'm opening up my house to a young adults group at a church I've been visiting. By myself.
I joined Netflix.
I cleaned out my fridge last night.
I paid my rent.
I got a GA license.
I met my neighbors.
I figured out how to get to the mall without taking the interstate.
I found a shortcut home to avoid traffic.
These are the things that you do when you grow up.