As our second wedding anniversary approaches along with my 25th birthday in just 2 weeks, I have been feeling a slight case of my once-every-365-days-where-does-the-time-go? flu.
Our life seems to be rapidly flying by per usual, and Chris and I made a funny observation the other day. Have you ever noticed that when people turn 25 (ahem), they say that their life is a fourth over? Then, 30 hits, and suddenly life is a third over. And at 40, my god, life is already half over. Funny how it seems people decrease their own life spans the older they get. In my flu-like state, I made Chris promise me that WE would never do this. He agreed, as he does not care for my once a year woe is me (and by default you too) our life is disappearing, illness much.
During this intense fourth of the way through life crisis, I have had time to reflect on the question to the essay contest that I am thinking about entering (thank you Jane for suggesting!!) via Real Simple.
The question reads: "When did you first realize that you were an adult?"
Seems simple (pun intended) enough, doesn't it?
I have my obvious answers of: duh, when we signed on the dotted line for our house. Or, when I had to let go of my father's hand at the alter on our wedding day, sniff. Or maybe when I packed up my stuff and headed to...cue the OC theme song...."Caa-lif-orn-ia, Caaaaaaa-lif-orn-ia, Here We C-ooooooo-me" for college. All appropriate, and adult-like, moments in my life I would say.
But really, the true answer has not hit me yet and the question is proving much harder than it did at first glance. I am fearing that I may have not yet had (or worse that I missed), that moment in which I felt, "I am now an adult". Jury is still out on this...
I would love to hear your personal "I'm an adult" moment. and I promise not to steal - ;)