I filed my taxes last night.
I made my first quasi-budget.
I contemplated making a menu for the week this morning.
I haven't missed church since the semester started, and haven't been dragged out of bed to get there.... I go twice a Sunday, and am a youth sponsor... People give me charge of their teenagers.
I am contemplating apartment-hunting and leaving dorm life.
I know I've always been a little ahead, what with my needlecraft, scrapbooking, cooking, and generally mom-like tendencies, but I feel like this is probably where those of you who are older are nodding, saying 'I was there too'.
How old were you when you got your first place of your own? What is the coolest thing you remember about it? What's the worst thing?
On a crafty note, I watched Catch Me If You Can last night while swatching more fabric... I am up to 20 cards! My yardage count is at 47 &2/3 yds... So not much of an increase there, meaning I have lots of smaller pieces in this batch. But you know, that's okay. I am learning to buy more. But not till I know what I have.