On Maturity.

My studio is the very first place I truly owned. It is mine and shared with no one. Over the course of last three months since I moved in, I have learned to take care of my place.

• Vacuuming
• Cooking
• Doing dishes
• Taking out trash bags
• Unclogging a clogged sink
• Replacing burnt lightbulbs
• Going shopping to buy needed furniture
• Maintaining my car
• Etc. You get my point.

It is odd how naturally they all come to me--I do enjoy some aspects of doing these chores. I feel a sense of belonging in the thought that I have a place of my own, and I need to take care of it. 

It is my place and no one elses. Taking care of it and fixing things does not feel like a sink of time, but rather, something productive.

I guess with time things like this comes naturally to males, kind of like when females are of age, babies start looking cute (I have not yet entered that stage, nor plan to).

Perhaps this is what becoming mature is?
I guess one of these days, I will start finding babies not so annoying.