Ever since I graduated high school, I’ve thinking thinking about how to be an adult. I remember quite vividly the moment I realized the whole process was going to be moderately uncomfortable.   My friend and I had just landed in Figi for the beginning of a year of living in trailer parks and working for minimum wage in Australasia post-college “mental expansion”. We were staying at the cheapest most rustic hostel on the cheapest most adorable island, armed with an iPod each (it was a long time ago) and backpack full of vodka books. I had never been to Figi before.  I had never been to a HOSTEL before. Armed…