oh, what a beautiful morning

this morning i woke up as i usually do.
but today was different. oh yes. its thursday....

i glance under the shade by my bedroom to see my neighbor's garbage bag on the lawn. frantically, i scramble to the kitchen, grab my trash bag (prepped and ready to go), and open the living room door very quietly. i look across the street at the old, slightly scary man who is placing his garbage on his lawn (i can never tell if he is mumbling or actually talking to me. i usually just sort of smile at him.) i casually place my garbage next to my neighbors and think about whether or not my sleeping clothes are acceptable for me to be wearing in public. just then, the garbage truck turns the corner and i throw myself back inside my apartment. i carefully lock my door and check to see its locked before i finally relax. mission possible.

why was this such a stressful morning? well, because it was my first garbage day. living in the country means we don't have garbage men who come once a week to dispose of our garbage. we can dispose of it whenever we want. even in college i always lived in campus housing which means you take care of your own garbage.

now there is a special day to put your garbage in a specific kind of bag on a specific piece of lawn before a specific time otherwise you're completely screwed and punished by having to keep your old garbage for another week until you can get it right!!!

i think i'm handling this grown-up thing quite well.