are you a grown-up?
Hunting for acorns on the Capitol's lawn, the squirrels are out. The hats are out; the scarves are out; the mittens aren't out yet, but will be soon. Big winter coats are out as are big cups of cocoa and coffee (no more smoothie weather here!). The sun is out and I am out, walking through it all and the giant leaves littering the ground. I really like November, and I really like long days when I can walk slowly.
It was a good day, yesterday, full of slow-walking things like co-op grocery shopping, white cheddar cheese, magazine-clipping prayers, bread baking, cherry flavored pipes, studying in pajamas, long walks and talks while dark is coming, nibbling soybeans with friends, laughing with coffee, watching Sex and the City and South Park with Adam. Oh, I love the weekends!
Me and two of my old roommates went to dinner together last night. I can't believe it was just under three months ago that we lived in the Yellow Castle on Gorham. It seems very far away. So much has changed. I pronounce things differently. I say "car-a-mel" instead of "carm-el." I have shorter hair, now. I spend a lot more money on coffee. I'm busier. More independent. More social. More boyfriended. I have a cat. I cook more. Jog less. I bike places. I budget. I'm in debt. I'm starting to learn how to keep my room clean. I've grown fond of rye bread, learned how to make a good cup of green tea (quality tea bags- you aren't supposed to use boiling water not let it steep more than two minutes). I have a crock pot. And use it.
If this is what growing-up is, I like it. Mostly.
What is growing-up? Are you a grown-up?