Throughout my childhood, I always regarded “adulthood” as a sort of a fabled event that would never really happen to me- at least for a really long time. I was a child – a teenager – a college kid – a young adult, but NEVER an adult. It has recently occurred to me that perhaps I was a little naïve. Adulthood is real, and it’s happening now. Here’s how I can tell.
- Few things make me more excited than getting a full eight hours of sleep
- I can’t remember the last time I was at a bar during last call
- Carrying a balance on my credit card is unthinkable
- “Going out” has evolved from meaning a long night out at multiple bars, to dinner at a restaurant followed by having a drink at A bar (if I'm feeling crazy)
- I didn't wear a slutty Halloween costume this year. Or last year. Or…you get the point
- I floss every night
- Cheap wine? I'll pass.
- Being cautious not to overdraft my checking account seems laughable (this was a daily concern for me not many years ago)
- You’ll never see a photo like this of me on Facebook again:
Or like this:
Or like this:
- Drinking before ? That’s unacceptable!
- I canceled my tanning membership three years ago
- I took my navel ring out six years ago
- Easy Mac no longer seems like a perfectly suitable weeknight dinner
- No scenario exists where I’d be desperate enough to drink a Natural Light
- I have a wedding/shower/Bachelorette party every other weekend through 2014
- An 8 year old with an iPhone? I was 16 when I got a cell phone! Kids these days…
- The parties I plan these days say "cocktails" and "hors d'oeuvres" on the invitation
- My days of eating fast food cheeseburgers and fries daily while still fitting into a Size 4 are long gone
- I change my linens every two weeks
- “I don’t know, I’m pretty tired. I think I’ll stay in tonight.”
- I have living plants in my apartment. I water them.
- It is now against my better judgment to wear a shirt bragging about the size of my writing utensil to Six Flags Over Texas:
Well I guess this is growing up.