Time to the Out...Adult On the Loose

"I've heard that it's possible to grow up - I've just never met anyone who's actually done it. Without parents to defy, we break the rules we make for ourselves. We throw tantrums when things don't go our way, we whisper secrets with our best friends in the dark, we look for comfort where we can find it, and we hope .. against all logic, against all experience. Like children, we never give up hope. " Meridith Grey, Grey's Anatomy

I went to my office for the first time last week and in one foul swoop, I felt like adulthood had descended on me.

Holy crap.

Picture this with me: I make my way into the lobby, Lisa is meeting me downstairs because the building and all of its security will not allow me inside without the proper identification. She hands me my offical key card,which neither of us know how to use, but we manage. Entering the elevator I feel a bit of a rush...this is no church building. As we exit, it hit's me, I'm on the 22nd floor of 425 Market St. in the heart of the financial district.

What?! How'd that happen?

I'm introduced to the main receptionist (yes,we have one of those) and Lisa takes me around the floor. There's a kitchen with at least a bazillion types of various coffee packets and a dishwasher, an authentic mail room, and a conference room to die for. It's a maze of a place, and I'll be amazed if I can find my actual office ever again.

We enter her office first, small, cozy, big windows. I look down, woah, 22 floors is really high up. She then shows me to the office I'll be sharing. It's absolutely massive. There are four desks, huge windows and art. My breath is literally caught in my throat and I can't help but laugh.

You have got to be joking me....I am definitely not in Kansas anymore Toto...or Indy for that matter.

The view is to die for. We didn't get the bay, but we got all of Market St. and downtown. It's gorgeous. I tried each of the desks out, of course opting for one near the windows. With the sun slightly in my eyes and the bounce of my new office chair, I take it all in.

As the euphoria (and slight dizziness) wears office, reality hits.

This office cannot have come cheap. We are going to have to work really hard to pay for this. That means results, that means I must be good at my job. That means responsibility. And sadly, that means no more Perez Hilton.

But, I'm up for the challenge.

The first time I came to San Francisco and was walking up and down Market St. I thought to myself, this is where I always imagined I'd be. Not SF literally, but in the midst of a big city, working in a high rise building, coffee in hand, laptop by my side.

And now here I am...well minus the Starbucks...those puppies are expensive.