Are We Adults Yet?

After a recent post, when I shared that things felt like they were going smoothly and like we are finding a home, Joan commented that she is happy to see me blogging about food, because to her mind, it looks like I am feeling like myself. I appreciated that, because it feels true – I’m feeling more like myself, and finding joy in the things that have historically been rich for me. It’s a good feeling.

It got me thinking about the things that act as milestones of “adultness” and markers of being “oneself.” One of my friends told me, “I got a Costco card! I’m an adult now!” and Carlos said something similar when we bought a Shop-Vac.

A friend of mine described herself as becoming an adult when she started making decisions that her parents disliked. Most days, I still don’t feel much like an adult, in spite of the kid and debt and husband and responsibility that make up my life. Today, though, something has happened that changed that, in a surprising way. I didn’t even realize it, and I am unabashedly stealing this from Carlos:

Today, nothing that I own is being stored by anyone else. All of my earthly possessions (ok, except a couple things that are on vacation in Eugene) are right here in the same building with me. No storage unit, no shelf in my parents’ garage. I still don’t have a properly equipped kitchen, because of reasons (see: things on vacation), and we’re pretty short on furniture.

But, dudes. I am reunited with my sweaters, and down comforter, and vacuum. The brewing supplies! OUR ART!!!

Part of me doubts that I will ever¬†really¬†feel like an adult, but I’m definitely doing a triumphant adult dance today.


4 thoughts on “Are We Adults Yet?”

  1. Some recent moments for me: Having a yard. Every time I do “money management” stuff like with my 401(k).

    I do feel in general though that feeling like an adult isn’t something anybody does all the time. Everybody pretty much feels like they are faking it and hope nobody notices, all of the time (this according to my 68-year-old dad).

  2. Adulthood, if what one means is maturity, means understanding that “failure” doesn’t mean someone was necessarily at fault. Relationships fail, projects fail, plans fail. It just means something didn’t work out as we had hoped. The biggest test of adulthood, in my opinion, is what we do next, how we cope with losses. Life has many of them, so there’s lots of opportunities to grow in maturity.

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