This weekend, I moved into my first apartment. Actually, it's a townhouse, but they're basically the same thing. While it's still on campus and I still have enough of a meal plan to save me if I don't want to cook, it's my first little look into adult life.

After finally settling into my new place, I decided it might be fun to do a bit of a chronicled look into what my first 24 hours as an "adult" were like. While the experience is obviously going to differ from person to person, I hope you all can find comfort in the fact that you are not the only ones trying (and possibly failing) to "adult".

Hours 1-4: Unpack and unpack and unpack.

The packing was bad enough (for example, check out my article from last week), but unpacking is almost worse. I put so much effort into fitting my entire life into the back of a van and now I have to go and pull it all out?

No, thank you.

Hour 5: Start putting things where they go!

Phew, the boxes are all unloaded and everything is finally in the house. I can see the light!

Hour 6: Make mom buy dinner.

In my case, my mom was more excited about going to the Thai place near campus than I was, but it didn't matter. Gotta get those first leftovers in my fridge, you know?

Hour 7: Brave Walmart on move-in weekend.

Another Walmart mention, but it had to be done. I honestly spend way too much time, money and energy at this place.

It's a love-hate relationship.

Hour 8: Casually hint to mom that I have no money.

I have $100 worth of stuff that I need, and my wonderful, amazing and generous mother is standing right next to me with a purse full of cash. Don't you want to buy me just a few more things before you ship me off to be on my own?

This guilt trip works (almost) every time. It's worth a shot!

Hour 9: Bring home the groceries mom bought.

I might still have a meal plan, but I have a fridge now! I wouldn't be a real (almost) adult if I didn't have my refrigerator stocked with goodies.

Hour 11: Let mom take 8 million pictures.

In front of the house, in my room, behind the counter top in the kitchen-- you name it. If it's a physical place in my house, I now have a picture there.

Hour 12: Say bye to mom.

The inevitable and terrible goodbye-- hugging mom for about ten minutes and thanking her for spending hundreds of unnecessary money on me in one day, while quietly hoping she doesn't crash the U-Haul on the way home.

Hours 13-19: Watch Kim Possible and sleep.

No kidding, I spent my first night in my very first apartment watching Kim Possible reruns on Freeform-- and I loved every second of it.

Sometimes you adult so hard in one day, you just have to balance it out.

Hour 20: Wake up and realize I have to make food for myself.

And now it starts-- how do I even turn on an oven?

Just kidding, I wasn't that clueless. I did, however, skip the oven part and go straight for some microwaveable rice because who doesn't want rice for breakfast?

Hour 21: Slowly realize I actually live here.

Oh God, I actually live here. I'm here for the whole year and I don't have anyone to remind me to wash the dishes or take out the trash or to wake up before noon on occasion.

I can do this, I can do this!

Hour 22: Call mom.

I'm totally and completely not at all freaking out! I just really don't know how to load a dishwasher or make my TV work or make coffee in something that's not a Keurig.

Okay, so maybe I am freaking out. Did I miss the "basic life skills" class in high school or something?

Hour 23: See old friends.

My friends are finally here and they have no idea what they're doing either! Phew. Thanks guys, it's always reassuring to not be so alone.

Hour 24: Realize it's all going to work out fine.

You know, I think I can handle this adult thing. I snuggle up in my very own living room on my very own couch and fall asleep watching Escaping Polygamy of all things.

I could get used to this.

Like I said, everyone's experience with jumping into adulthood is not going to be the same, and that's totally fine! Just take it one day at a time, and it'll all pan out in the end.

You got this!