So, it's official, I've realized. I'm an Adult. You know, the "capital A" kind of grown up. No longer in my mid-20s, just out of college. How did I come about this realization? It happened slowly. For the past 4 years, I've pretty much thought of myself as just a few years out of college. The new kid on the block at work, the single gal living it up in Broad Ripple...
And then I realized - I'm not the youngest person at work. Hell, I'm not even the 4th youngest at work. The interns call me Ms. Lambert in emails. *shudder*. Read below for more signs of my Adultness...
1. Last birthday, I asked for, and received, prescription sunglasses. And I. WAS. PUMPED! No more having to squint all the way to and from working on my "glasses days" (which are becoming more regular, by the way.) Nope, now I'm prescription sunglasses wearing and proud.
2. I still have a border line obsession with gossip magazines -subscription to People, US Weekly, and Entertainment Weekly? Check, check and check. But, I also currently have a stack of Better Homes and Gardens, Real Simple, and...wait for it...Ladies Home Journal laying by my bed. What can I say? Like a man and his Playboy, I read them for the articles.
3. I have a Roth IRA and a financial planner. Don't really know what that is, but I know I've got one. And I know I'm not supposed to touch it. If that's not grown up, I don't know what is...
4. Oh wait! Yes I do! Being an Adult means living in Broad Ripple and raving about the great locally owned restaurants and boutiques instead of the strip. Landsharks? No thank you. I'll take a Touch of Grass's music in the basement of the Wellington any day of the week.
5. I wake up by 7:45 am on the weekends - without any alarm or parent prodding me to do so. There was a time, in my not so distant past - when I could easily sleep until 10:00 am, no problem. Now, if I sleep past 8:00 am my back hurts and I have to go to the bathroom. Ay yi yi...
6. I've caught myself saying (more than once) "There's no way on earth MY daughters will ever wear shorts that short. My mom wouldn't have let me out of the house." I typically follow up with a disgusted throat clearing noise and reminisce about the prairie length dresses my friends and I sported in high school. :)
So, there you have it. The signs of adulthood. I've got to say, it's not such a bad place to be. I kinda like waking up early(ish) on the weekends, and having time to read to read and sit on my porch. There's something to be said for not wasting half the day sleeping. And yeah, Book Club may be decidedly Adult, but it's fun! There's no shame in not being the young pup anymore.
But, lest you think I'm ready for the retirement home, don't worry...I still have chicken nuggets and tots for dinner once a week, and my DVR regularly records ABC Family originals. So, maybe I'm not totally grown up after all...
