Today when I sat down to write this article, I had complete writer's block. There was nothing going on in my life that I could potentially write down on paper that other people could relate to. So naturally, I decided to procrastinate and look up where my package that was being shipped was in transit. And that is where I got my idea.

When I logged onto the website to see where my package was, I noticed something I hadn't seen earlier. I had the package sent to my dorm, and not my house. Obviously there was no one living in the dorms, and I wanted to find out where my package was going to end up.

I was sitting across the table from my mom and she was giving me the look that this was my problem to sort out on my own. So, I tried to think on who to contact first and who could tell me where my package really was.

About ten phone calls later I was still confused. The sender was saying it hadn't been delivered to my dorm, USPS was saying it had been delivered a few days before, and campus mail had no idea what I was talking about. Needless to say I had made a very careless mistake.

I finally called the sender of my package, and instead of chatting with someone through live chat, I got an actual person to talk to. She helped me resolve this entire problem.

She said that the package was going to be delivered by the next day, and that it would most likely get sent back to their facilities, the downside was that they wouldn't be able to send me a new package.

Of course all of the sale items I had ordered were out of stock. The bright side was that the store would refund me the entire amount.

However, this was one of the first times that I had to sit there and think about the solution to this problem. Usually if something like this had happened in the past my mom would take care of it for me. Today I was all on my own.

This might seem like something tiny in comparison to other real world problems that I and everyone else deals with, but it just went to show that I'm all grown up. Even though I know my parents will always be there to help me, I'm basically on my own.

If anything, that's what the first year of college taught me. Even though I was always an independent person, I would have to figure out problems on my own without the help on anyone else.

It feels weird "adulting" on my own. At the same time it feels nice to know that I can figure this out all by myself, even if it is tracking down a lost package. Although I didn't get the result I wanted, I still learned a valuable lesson- read the entire thing before hitting submit.