First Night of My Life

From November 1989 to August 1993, I was a baby.
From August 1993 to May 19, 2012, I was a student.

From May 19, 2012 to yesterday, I was... on vacation? In limbo? Stuck between my past and my future. Stuck between my college graduation and my first day of work. Struggling to fully comprehend what was coming because I could not (cannot?) come to terms with the fact that everything up to this point will, forevermore, only be referred to in the past tense.

I used to go to college. We used to go to the Wawa next door after the bars closed. I used to move into a new room each year fully stocked with furniture and wireless internet. I used to have off that week between Christmas and New Years. I used to go home at night to a roommate, with all my friends only a quick walk across the quad away. I used to be in my childhood home with my parents, brother, and sleepy kitty for weeks at a time between semesters.

I used to.

Yesterday, I got in my new car to drive to my new apartment so I could start work today at my new job (technically two new jobs). I started the drive with Lucas Prata singing "Tonight is the first night of my life" and an hour later (ok, so I still just barely left my childhood home) pulled into my apartment parking lot with Green Day singing "Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road..." Touché, SiriusXM.

I woke up this morning on a new mattress, tangled up in some new sheets. Got dressed out of a suitcase, and drove to work. After work, I'll drive home, stop at Target to buy some food (the only thing edible in my fridge is a bottle of Ketchup), go back to my apartment, and then what?

What comes next?

I'm a young professional from June 11, 2012 to when? Until I become an old professional? Which I'll be until I retire and/or die?

There has to be something more to this next chapter. There has to be something more to this first night of my life.

Guess I'll find out.