I performed another rite of passage today, I laid my own concrete foundations for our new porch. Dug the ditch last week, using a big 14lb hammer to break up the concrete, and switching to a hired pneumatic drill. Today I mixed (by hand), poured, and leveled the concrete.
It's not a completely new experience I've helped my dad and my father in law before, but today is the first time I've flown solo. 6 hours of hard labour. I've feeling ridiculously proud of myself.