May 9th/2016

I listened to Somebody Else by 1975 (Dodie's cover) all day.

Today was my first day.

My first day on my own.

As I lugged my heavy suitcase into my room, I looked around

And I smiled.

I unpacked my things, I called the bank.

It all felt strange, I had no safety net,

No one but me being held responsible.

Not like much can happen while unpacking,

But I'm known for being dramatic.

This city is inspiring, I want to go for a jog,

Paint a masterpiece, change the world.

And for the first time ever, opportunity is right at my fingertips,

Just waiting to be used.

But all in all, I felt like an adult today.

I checked the bank, I did the dishes.

I read a book in the chair next to the window overlooking the city.

Then my stomach growled.

So I looked up the directions to the nearest grocery store and bought:

Eggs

Milk

Cereal

Bread

4 packages of minute rice

Granola bars

1 jar of peanut butter

Then I came home and made my first meal as an adult living on my own.

Scrambled eggs with motherfucking peanut butter toast.