At 22, the start of something new?

After 3 months of uncertainty (and counting), it's so weird to be back here in DC. It feels so much like home now. I know exactly where things are and I don't feel like such a lost puppy anymore, even though I'm walking downtown by myself. So sitting here on a bench in the National Mall, the Washington Monument to the left and Capitol Hill on the right, I have a feeling that this is where I ought to be.

Going back home to Jacksonville will be interesting (yet again). I love it here so much. Too bad my family and friends and home church has to be so far away. The job interviews went really well, I'm just hoping they would give me a call in the next couple of weeks.

DC looks so different in the fall than in the summer. For one, there are definitely less tourists around. It's a lot quieter. It's colder and the leaves are starting to change colors. I can't imagine what this place will look like when the Mall is covered in snow, or around the holidays. Maybe I'll get to find out soon enough. This visit was an awesome birthday present!

So, I'm officially 22 now. Wow, I'm getting older. I don't feel any different, just ready to start the next phase of my life. The independent phase. The moving on with my life phase. The growing up phase. I know that at some point, when bills come in the mail and things get kinda lonely and life isn't going as planned, I'll start wishing I was in college again, living at home, with no financial responsibilities, except for my monthly car payment. But right now, I'm ready. If God will open a door here, then I'll know that this is where I ought to be. For now, at least.

The remaining question is, am I ready to say hasta luego to reporting for now?