I think being 22 with a full time job just hit me. I got home from work, talked to my cat for a little bit in my one bedroom apartment where only I reside. I then did my dishes and cleaned up my kitchen. Picked up my living room a bit, which didn’t take long. Now I’m about to cook some pasta, watch some TV and get a head start on some paperwork for tomorrow. Odds are I’ll be asleep by 11 and up at 7am to go into work.
The only thing that weirds me out is that a part of me is totally okay with this.
