All grown up in Chile

And today it hit me.

I am a grown up.


Okay, but seriously. By all definitions of the word, I’m an adult. I am over 18, I have a real job that pays me money, I have an apartment, I have to pay bills, buy groceries, figure out my own health insurance and remember to lock the door, shut off the lights and turn off the gas.

And not to toot my own horn, but I do this ALL IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY.

But to be honest, I don’t think about the fact that I’m in a foreign country that much. The other day I was talking to my mom and she was wondering what to do with all the furniture she had saved for my first apartment, so I guess I’ve had to (and will keep having to) buy more stuff because of that.

Also I’ve of course worried about the infamous lack of customer service here in Chile, but (knock on wood) I’ve had excellent luck so far. In fact, my luck continued today when VTR was very prompt in responding to my request for internet.

I was afraid the language barrier would be a problem, but besides not understanding the delivery guys very well or asking the VTR lady to repeat stuff over the phone, nothing too drastic has gotten in my way.

So to sum, I feel like a superstar. I imagine this feeling will last until I have to pay my first round of bills in about two weeks. But for now, I’ll just enjoy the euphoria.


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