I remember wondering how I’d adjust to working full time. I’ve never been an early riser. I had to start thinking of easily portable foods for lunches.
It turns out that 7am isn’t really all that early once you get used to it. The days go by just fine. Lunch is made for me by the time I leave and I have my choice to drive or take the MAX.
I worried about not having enough time. If I worked all week how will the place stay clean? I silently lamented that this means no more summer adventures because I would be working all the time.
We’ve still had adventures discovering new farmers markets, bookstores, coffee places. We enjoy the time more somehow because there is less of it. I know that our schedules differ and while we might not be able to go on any extended adventures we seem to cram a lot into every Saturday we have.
This isn’t how I pictured my adulthood but it’s pleasantly enjoyable. I wouldn’t trade the life I have for the one I imagined. I like where this is headed.