So I'm an adult...?

It's a funny thing to be standing where I am and to look back over all the years. I remember back in 8th grade, we had this question asking what we would want people to say to us if we ran into them in the far future. My answer- "wow, you haven't changed a bit" or "wow, you have changed completely!" My reasoning for this answer was that there are always those things that you love about yourself, but then there's always those things that you hate. If you try not to change for the sake of what you love about yourself, or what you find most comfortable, you will remain about the same. Obviously, you will change in some way, but those defining characteristics will still remain nearly untouched. However, should you venture out to change what you hate, you may indirectly alter what you love, and therefore, change the face of you completely. I do believe I traveled the road of option b.
I know how I have changed to myself, but I often wonder what changes everyone else sees in me.
I have my first full-time job now, and I love and hate it at the same time. I work with individuals with disabilities, training them to perform their job duties, and more. They are amazing people, they have the greatest stories, are some of the funniest people I've met, and they are why I look forward to work. What makes me not look forward to work? The people who don't have disabilities, but rather, are narrow-minded, ignorant and inconsiderate. I think these characteristics combined should be a documented disability. It is for these folks that I feel the most sorry for. They are the ones who are truly blind, completely deaf, intellectually delayed, under-stimulating and all around, cold-hearted. When people don't practice tolerance, they miss out on so much. Intolerance is the only true disability. I've come to completely admire those individuals who are not afraid to be themselves completely, in the face of anyone who is willing to judge them. I think that's the greatest form of courage you can find these days...
It's odd to be 22 and say that I have attained my life long dream. I did, though. I attended and graduated college. Looking back now, I can't honestly pin-point why college was the one place I wanted to be when I grew up, that's just always where I saw myself. Now it's time for new goals. First, a car. I'm almost there!
I don't know how many people actually look forward to being an adult, as I do. Is it weird? I can't wait for the day that I have my car, a place of my own, pay for my own food and have almost zero money because I paid off all my bills on my own. That doesn't sound glamorous at all, but that's what I want. I want to know, see, feel, and find out that I can survive on my own accord. There's my new dream. Maybe one day there will be a husband and children figured into that, but right now that is what I see.