It’s been about half a year since my graduation ceremony. After I did my walk and received my diploma, I successfully became an adult. There have been a couple changes but that all had to do with my surroundings. I thought I’d feel different as an adult but nothing noticeably changed on the inside. Fortunately, I still don’t have to shoulder every responsibility as a “proper” adult quite yet. My parents are gracious enough to let me stay with them until I find myself on my feet. They spoil me because I'm their only child. That being said, there’s still a lingering feeling of disappointment. Perhaps I get a little tired more easily. There’s not much else. Oh, there is a lot more to worry about! Is that really the prize of becoming an adult? I don’t know, perhaps the good parts will take some time to become apparent.

  I eventually got a part time job as an assistant for the local news report station while I went to college part time. It’s nothing crazy, I mostly go on coffee runs and take notes for the other seniors. I figured I’d try to support myself like my friend. Though she took it a step further and took the year off to work full-time. She successfully moved out of her house and into her own studio apartment. I can’t begin to express how proud of her I am. She’s so cool. I’ve always respected her but this is a new level. I know she felt cramped growing up in her house. I’m sure she’s feeling nothing but relief to have her own space now.

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  I make sure to visit during my free time to offer her company as her official best friend but being a considerate adult, I also try to give her space as I’m sure she likes her newfound silence. She earned it!