I was jogging this morning when I had an epiphany. I hate using the word epiphany. I think it’s a bit dramatic. I had a thought this morning. This is the first time I have ever felt adjusted to adulthood. It has been 12 years (since I graduated college).
Later, I looked towards this cup when I was cleaning my place. It has a crack in it so it’s not good for holding tea. I used to put pens in it. Lately it has sat in the kitchen collecting dust. I bought it in 2001 after I moved to Chicago as a Teach for America corp member. After I became a TFA dropout, and moved back to NY, I couldn’t help but hold on to it. Today I tossed it in the trash.