My
twenty-sixth birthday was a week and a half ago. Since it's still
October, I'm still on-time writing this post (just like I am still
on-time with this year's NaNoWriMo, and my e-book project: it's still
2014).
Twenty-six
is the Official Age of Adulting, at least in the United States. Now I
am twenty-six, I have to figure out how this insurance thing works.
I'm in the middle of my first-since-I-was-six autumn that did not
include any classes. I've moved out of Michigan, and my parent's
house (I may or may not regret this decision, depending on the day
and how much I've got in my bank account/refrigerator). It's just
coincidence that the repayment plan on my school loans starts at the
end of the month, but it feels like another reason I need to become
more proficient at Adulting. This includes things like budgeting, and
getting up early enough to eat breakfast before leaving the house instead of on my mile-long walk to work.
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| This was my birthday haul...and what a haul it is! |
I
think it would help if I stopped buying books. After all, I was given
the new Rick Riordan book, The Blood Of Olympus, for my birthday
(among others).
On
the other hand, I included Molly Wizenberg's book signing in my week
of birthday celebrations. I bought a hardcover copy of her new book
Delancey
at full price, and stood in line to have it signed. And it was
absolutely worth it, because Molly Wizenberg, besides being an
incredibly vivid and articulate writer, turns out to be a darling,
generous person who wasn't phased when I fangirled in a mildly
embarrassing manner. Instead she asked encouraging questions about my
writing, told me that she loves to read Calvin Trillin, and graciously posed for a picture with me at the end of the evening.
So
maybe I need to budget for the occasional new book.
And
maybe I can start posting my blog once a week.
And
maybe I'll have a plan for NaNoWriMo when it starts on the first of
November. While still working enough to pay my bills. I'll figure out
how to get home for Thanksgiving, navigate the ridiculous world of
student loans, and start thinking about grad school.
After
all, I managed to graduate from Eastern Michigan with a degree in
music education. Being twenty-six can't be any more or less difficult
than that.
