Growing Up

Today was full of responsible, adult-like activities.

I opened a new bank account, bought a mattress, began applying for a job for which I need a Ft. Worth phone number, so I then set up an 817 phone number through Skype and had all calls forwarded to my non-817 cell phone, and I began packing to move in to my first apartment that I personally will pay for, with no help from my mother and no company to pay for it.

Starting last month I began paying for my own car insurance, choosing health insurance, paying my own rent and bills, and generally partaking in responsible, adult-like activities.

It's not that I didn't do any of those things in Spain, but it was so much easier there. I walked into a job situation in which my health insurance, housing, and travel was all provided for me. I had no car, so I didn't have to worry about car insurance, gas, repairs, etc. Now, after a little help from my family who got me set up (thank you!!), I'm a responsible, independent, single adult.

It feels...

exciting.

terrifying.

exhilarating.

overwhelming.

empowering.

This is my first time being an adult, so I'm still trying to figure it all out.

I think I like it. But it scares me. Suddenly there's so much...

responsibility.

That's a big word.

Yet I'm not worried. Scared, yes, but worried, no. :)

Last semester God provided for all of my needs.

Sometimes it was "natural" - through my savings, a little help from my mom, a few babysitting gigs - and sometimes it was "supernatural" - somebody offering a rent-free living situation, a man at church who felt he needed to give me some cash, a fellow student who did the same, $5 in the mail from a friend, an invitation to dinner; God provided through both expected and unexpected means.

I never went hungry - in fact, I ate quite nicely.

When my shoes fell apart (literally), I had money to buy new ones.

I even had the funds for a few clothing splurges (I may be on a budget, but I'm still a girl!).

I have no doubt that God will provide abundantly this Spring as well.

So join me on my blog as I begin this new adventure in life called "adulthood," full of responsibility, adventure and bills.

Still Single

My six year old nephew just told me, "You need to find someone to get married with."

From the mouths of babes, right?