The Dawn of the Young Professional

I always knew this day would come...the day when I would have to identify as a young professional. Sure, it has a nice ring to it. But it creeps me out that I'm now technically in this category. Because nothing good can come after young professional. What will they be calling me in a few years? Old professional? 

I've been trying to focus on all of the exciting aspects of this new job - the challenge, the new people, the chance to feel like a productive member of society (PS - thanks for all the well wishes and congratulatory messages - it means a lot!). But I can't help but mourn the death of my unemployment. Sure, I complained about it for most of the time I had it. It's hard to realize what you have until it is gone. It's bittersweet - I'm excited for this new phase of my life, but also sad to be truly moving out of my house. What do I take with me? What can I leave behind? Will my parents convert my room into a gym? 

On the housing front, I've got a lead that looks promising. But Craigslist can be fickle...and I may be back to square 1 this time tomorrow. I'm trying to avoid looking at a calendar so that I don't know exactly how long I'll have left at home, but I know that my ideal move out date is getting close. Short-term, I'm really going to be going hardcore on the Web site. And, oh yeah, the Ride for Roswell is Saturday. I'm committed to doing 30 miles, and I really want to do it. But my training has been lacking, so I'm going to be "JTagging" this and hoping I make it to the end.

Also, I realize these blog posts are coming later and later in the day. I will do my best to move these up to earlier in the day, but now that I've got a job and there is no reason for me to get up, I can't make any promises.