Okay, so this ‘grown up life’ thing isn’t that easy after all.
It’s just as I imagined…but a little harder.
It hasn’t even been one week of living by myself, working, cooking, cleaning, doing laundry and grocery shopping and I already feel like a 42-year-old housewife. Honestly. I went to bed at 9:20pm the other night. I haven’t gone to bed that early since I was 13 years old.
Now when I’m with my friends, the majority of our conversation revolves around comparing what we cooked for dinner, where we shop, what grocery store is the cheapest and how we finally understand our Mums struggles.
Instead of recklessly throwing everything and anything in the trolley at the supermarket (like I would with my Mum,) I find myself carefully inspecting all of the price tags to find the cheapest item and buying the stores brand at any time possible.
This is the time I have to apologize to my Mum for complaining when dinner isn’t ready on time…organizing all of these pans to make sure everything is ready at the same time is a life skill. I’m getting there, even if I did already give myself food poisoning.
So, I’m working now too. I started my job as a receptionist at the University Gym…or should I say, I started in the Member Services Department at the University of Massachusetts Campus Recreation Center.
**Good Morning, Umass Campus Rec, Hannah speaking, how can I help?**
I’m really enjoying working there, my colleagues are really friendly and I’ve learned so much already.
“The customer is always right…even if they’re wrong”…right?!
I’m working between 6-8 hours a day Monday through Friday, with the weekends off which is nice. However, this whole getting up to make breakfast, going for a run or to the gym then working my shift…to come home and make dinner is more tiring than I thought! So yeah…bedtime has become 10pm as opposed to the usual 1am or later.
Regardless of everything I’m learning and adapting to ‘real life,’ I’m really enjoying it. It’s good to give yourself new challenges and this is definitely a new one for me.
I love having to be more responsible, independent and organized! No longer can I just stroll into the dining hall and take as much of the ready-made food as I want or expect the university staff to clean up behind me. Time to be an adult, Hannah!
“Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.”
― C.S. Lewis