Friday, July 22, 2011

Fruit snacks and car problems

I'm at that point in my life where I should be fairly mature and self-confident. When you're little, it's easy to think you'll have it all figured out by the time you're twenty, and your life will be pretty much in order. Occasionally, I'll get to a point where I feel like I can say "yes, I am an adult" and then go and do grown-up, independent things like buy groceries and within an hour revert back to my younger self by getting excited about finding dinosaur-shaped fruit snacks in aisle five. Bottom line, I am neither as mature or confident as I should be.

I've lived in the same town essentially my whole life, and that realization always makes me feel like I'm standing still. However, I spent 9 months of the last year travelling abroad through Europe and the southern United States. It was awesome. There was always that initial feeling of doubt and fear about being so far away from home, but it eventually faded. I began to feel really independent and in control of my own life. I could take on the world with nothing but my running shoes and my mix CDs.

Then I came home. Due to lack of funds, I'm living with my parents, and sharing a room with my younger sister. I feel like I've lost the person I was a year ago. My current summer job keeps me in the area, or in the backwoods of Minnesota. I'm very much ready to move on. But today, I had to go pick up parts to fix my car, and went into panic mode when I realized how large the margin for error is if I do this on my own. I need to have this car fixed in two weeks to pick up my boyfriend, who I miss very much, in Chicago. I would be sunk without my dad, who is awesome at fixing cars. So how far away can I actually live from my family? and is it more important to be on my own and fix the car myself, or go the more expensive, but easier route of paying a mechanic?

I don't want this blog to be uber-pensive and thoughtful. I'm actually kind of dorky and the exact opposite of a social butterfly. But I'll attempt at pulling this off, without too many Scrubs or Office references.