Adjustments to life after college

• Sleeping in a storage room.
• Everything I own is covered in cat hair, dog hair, and/or goat hair.
• Having a car again, but my car being a ghetto 17-year-old van.
• People addressing me by my actual name, not by any nicknames.
• My popularity declining in Australia.
• No longer having to worry about my daily schedule.
• Worrying about my lack of a schedule.
• Homework is replaced by yard work.
• Having to take care of a pair of goats. When did my home become a farm?
• The relative quiet of my once crime infested neighborhood compared to party infested Pullman.
• Living with the fear of sending the wrong personalized cover letter/resume to the wrong potential employer.
• My weekly heart attack induced by San Francisco's weekly test of its air raid siren/emergency warning system.
• Fewer people speaking in fake British accents.
• Resisting the urge to abuse the handicap parking permit in my van.
• Stanley the dog.
• Cars with large pink mustaches on them (it's a San Francisco thing).
• Spring feeling like fall, summer feeling like winter, and fall feeling like summer.
• The mind-numbing boredom of unemployment (among all the other problems it causes).
• My mom's constant nagging to go to grad school.
• Not having to wake up by 6:30 am, but still doing so anyway. Earlier sometimes.
• Have I mentioned the goats yet? Seriously, fuck those goats!
• Watching and rooting for local sports teams that actually know how to win.
• Accepting the fact that if I pass through the Castro for any reason, I will undoubtedly be confronted by a naked man's crotch. Maybe even several.