just don't ask me how to fix an appliance

It finally hit me this weekend as I was in New York City with some extended family:

23 is the year I'm expected to have my business together.

I thought 22 would be that time, but considering my almost total upheaval of location, lifestyle, job description, most people gave me a break if I didn't know how to read IKEA directions or decide what sort of life insurance policy I wanted.

But as I was walking around the city with my cousin, who is the same age as me, I had to keep reminding myself that I was allowed to take the subway alone, or buy a second piece of cheesecake without someones permission or scolding. It was a weird sensation, to realize that a stranger would consider me responsible just because of my age.

Some goals I have for becoming an even more effective "responsible" adult:
1. Cook from a recipe at least once a month (baby steps).
2. Read a non-fiction book for every 3 pieces of fiction.
3. put my laundry away within 48 hours of its completion.
4. Create and maintain a budget in hard copy, rather than my current system of "oh well I'm sure I can afford these shoes."
5. read at least 2 news sources a day

We'll see if year 23 brings me any more luck at actually following through with goals...

I prefer fugi, sometimes a good gala

I've officially become a cool kid:

I own a mac.

Actually, it's more of a homecoming than it is braving a new frontier. My very first computer experience was with a Mac. Granted it had a green screen and took floppy discs, but I still count it. I played what seemed like hours of Midnight Rescue during free time in my 1st grade Montessori classroom. ADDICTED to that game. I was especially skillful at finding the hidden clues near the ATM.

A few years later when my parents invested in our first home computer (which I'm stoked to have as a story for my grandchildren to be able to say "I remember when we first got a computer," the color TV of our generation), I begged them to get a Mac. Mainly because I didn't think Midnight Rescue or Oregon Trail would run on anything else, and I just couldn't live with a computer that didn't afford me resources for my budding gaming addiction. Luckily my parents ignored me and went the PC route, and I've been a Windows girl ever since.

So my second order of task with my new macbook? That's right, download Midnight Rescue and let the games begin.