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Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Being An Adult

Today marks the one-year anniversary of my time as a YMCA programs director. It's hard to imagine I've had a "career" for 365 days. This is the longest consecutive job I've had since my paper route in elementary school. As I lie in bed thinking of all that's happened the past year, I can't stop thinking of how much I've grown up. Granted, I still drink too much when I go out, and I'm still single w/ nothing holding me to Boston, but I definitely feel older. Is this a good thing?

In the past year, I've supervised at least 50 people, having hired more than half. I somehow created a top-notch day camp that proved to be the most successful in my YMCA's history. I also managed to visit my parents multiple times w/out once pissing all over their bedroom door. Those are all shocking accomplishments, at least to me.

I've lost touch w/ many friends, but become closer w/ others. I've made friends at work and watched some of them move on, somehow always finding another colleague to fill their void. I've watched one friend get married and another engaged (you may or may not have read about that on this blog). Is this how adulthood feels? It's as if we're all sprockets on wheels, turning each other nonstop, but only meeting every so often, and always at different times. Is there a moment when everyone is alligned?

If I'd written about my year's accomplishments at this time last year, my stories would've been filled w/ drunken debauchery and Pizza Mart gluttony. I would've mentioned new friends, a new city, an old love; Working as an AmeriCorps VISTA was a wasted year, and I doubt I'll ever praise the program or my assignments from that time. Things are better now.

In Boston, my bedroom is too big to touch all four walls while laying down. My food stamps are but a memory and my neighborhood is enjoyable. But although I love my career (I feel so old saying that), a part of me misses the innocence of past years, the simplicity of leaving work at 5pm and not thinking about it until the next morning. And although I've lived in Boston more than a year, the support group I left behind in DC has yet to be replicated. I'm still looking for a delicious late-nite jumbo-slice pizza joint, too.


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