[ IP ] Age 24

I find myself in these first days of my first proper job, looking back at the world. College and home look so familiar compared to this alienscape of office politics and apartment-living. But I suppose I anticipated that. 
 
 What I did not expect was that looking back my home planet is starting to become a distinct thing again, with sharp edges and colours I was too close to see before. My mom did laundry on Tuesdays and I kept that up through college and now, twenty-four, heart pounding, I change to Thursday. I was in the basement of my complex alone and as the machine picked up speed I had to hold on to something and catch my breath. I gave myself a second, and then another, but no more because at some point you have to look squarely at your old life and then turn and inspect the new.
