Ok, I realize that the title of this post is TOTALLY strange, but I promise it will eventually make sense. Today, as I was ordering Christmas cards to send out (my first time EVER doing this), I realized that I almost feel like an adult. However, I still do NOT feel like I am a “woman.” I definitely still refer to myself as a “girl.” The fact that I play with play-do three times a week and still buy shirts at the Target kids department probably doesn’t help the situation…. However, in talking with my Mumsie, we decided that upon having my first baby I may be able to embrace the whole “womanhood” thing. Thoughts?
However, it got me thinking about adulthood and if I feel like I consider myself a true “adult.” I have been recalling the pivotal moments where I felt like I have come one step closer to adulthood:
(Aww, this is exactly what Vinny, my first car looked like!)
Although any and every 16-year-old can drive, I remember the first time I drove in a car ALONE. Holy Goodness, I felt like I was 30 years-old and so stinking independent.
2) Navigating airports by myself:
I went to college 10 hours away from home, so beginning with a hurricane my freshman year, I became very familiar with doing the whole airport thing by myself. I know some people are probably thinking—“Big Wow.” But I am the youngest child, so I think doing things by myself feels more pivotal. Also, I have the worst sense of direction and can get lost ANYWHERE, so actually successful maneuvering throughout the Chicago airport is a VERY big deal.
3) Getting Married:
You would think that this would have sealed the adulthood deal—but it totally did not. I was 22 years-old when I got married. I was going into graduate school (so I was still a student), so in actuality I felt more like I was playing house than legitimately becoming an adult. Even now, after being married for 4 years, I still sometimes forget my married name. (Awkward). Also, I think living in an apartment (a 1 bedroom/1 bathroom apartment, at that) has reinforced the whole “playing house” mentality. Chase had dorm-rooms bigger than our apartment. Perhaps buying our first house will make adulthood seem more real.
4) Staying at a hotel alone:
I actually just recently accomplished this feat, thanks to the great power outage of 2011. It. Felt. Strange. Even though I was in the same town I live in, I felt strangely vulnerable—grown-up, but not completely an adult. When they asked for my credit card and ID I felt oddly self-conscious. Bizarre, but true.
5) Buying a couch:
Up until this year, Chase and I had never actually spent more than $100 on furniture. I always joked that we could very easily get a divorce, as we had no investments, property, pets, or children. However, after literally 4 months of shopping, we made our first $1000 purchase. We were officially in it for the long haul. Walking into that furniture store and actually picking fabric and paying for a couch on the spot TOTALLY made me feel both more grown-up and married. (P.S. Chase, In the event of the tragic dissolution of our marriage, I will totally fight you tooth and nail to get custody of this couch. Thank you! Love you!)
What about you? What experiences have made you feel like an adult?