Everything is changing. I just graduated high school, which still hasn't sunk in yet. I feel like as soon as August rolls around, I'll be right back at Kennedy taking seven classes, waiting to be done with high school. I don't feel any different, even though I've been waiting for college since sophomore year.
The biggest change as or late is the new MacBook Pro I am typing this on. This is where my graduation money went. I planned on getting a Mac since, well, forever, with my graduation money, so I had been doing research on a few different models and sizes and processors and what not. I finally ordered the one that I though would be best, and the wait was on.
Macs are hella expensive, in case you don't know. So, it would make sense that you have to sign for it when it shows up at your door. The only problem with that, I worked from 11a.m. to 5 p.m... So, as I didn't want to have to pick it up from the UPS store after the truck returned for the day, I printed the pre-sign paperwork for the delivery guy and left it on the door. I went to grab all my things to leave, and then my dog started barking at the door. I was about to be pissed. I thought is was going to show up at my door just in time for me to leave, and I would have to wait the 7 hours that I would be at work to even open the box.
Upon opening the door to retrieve my package, it was just the adaptors that I ordered, since the newest version of Macs don't have the ports, but instead have their own kind of ports (which is actually pretty annoying, considering that I had to drop an extra $70 to be able to plug in a USB, or even my iPhone, and still don't have all the ports that i may need or want).
Half relieved, I go to work in the Garden Center at Hy-vee. The sky starts looking dark, like it might rain soon, and I see a glimmer of hope in the dark clouds. If it storms all day, who will want to come buy flowers? They will send me home, where I will be able to wait by the door for my Mac to show up. Soon, it does in fact start pouring, and the Garden Center tent is flooding. I take the till inside and ask my manager what I should do, hoping she will say something along the lines of "Go ahead and head home, I have plenty of checkers, and the rain won't stop soon." Instead, she sends me to General Merchandise to run back stock. My heart hit the floor...
I start working, doing my thing, and about a half hour later, the sun is shining and I'm getting paged to Customer Service. The storm has passed and customers are waiting for me outside. I had mixed feelings, as the Garden Center was better than running back stock, but not as awesome as going home. So I head outside, help customers check out, and take my spot on my throne (the table behind the register that makes a pretty good seat. What else am I supposed to do when there is no work to be done?) for the rest of my shift.
5 p.m. hits, and I am out of there. I fly home to bring my Mac off the front step and start setting it up. I'm bouncing in my seat with excitement the whole time I drive, knowing what is sitting on the front step. I turn the corner, park my car, run to the front step, and my heart hits the floor once again. There is no package on the step, and my pre-sign paperwork is still hanging in the doorway. It hasn't come yet.
I head inside, moping. I sat down and began to catch up on my DVR, keeping an ear open for the doorbell. I wait, and wait, and wait. Still nothing. By 6, I'm starting to worry. Our UPS packages usually come by 5, so being this late I'm worried that it wont come today, when the next two days I will be away at orientation.=, which would be two long days of waiting to get home.
I head to our front room and begin watching the fish while scrolling around on Facebook on my phone, taking quizzes and reading all the clickbait and reading the fights that happen in the comments of the posts of the girl I went to middle school with that got pregnant (such entertainment, and lots of pure comedic drama), all while keeping an eye on the window, waiting for the UPS truck.
Finally, I hear the familiar rumble of the truck chugging up our hill. My dog begins his tirade of barking, and I open the door and step out to sign for the glory that is in his hands. I take it back inside, sit down on my couch, and open the package that I have so eagerly awaited. Inside the box is exactly everything I thought it would be. Opening the computer the first time, I swear I heard a choir of angels.
Now, I begin the process of learning the new processor, moving my iTunes from my old computer to the new one, and making this brand new Mac mine. There is a lot of things to get used to, but it's a pretty good metaphor for my life right now. I'm transitioning from living at home, high school, being under the control of my parents, to a new era of freedom, college, and dorm life. I'm so excited, my real life is finally beginning.
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