I don’t know that there’s any one moment for this. I’ve always maintained that you aren’t considered an adult until you have your own family and often not even then (ha). I wasn’t an adult in college or even for a while after I graduated (even though I was off my parents’ payroll at that point). It happens gradually, I think. I do recall I was pretty offended earlier this year when someone asked me if I was still on my parents’ insurance. (They meant auto, I assume. I’m not.) Here are some random adult-like thoughts.
- I want to sit down at concerts.
- I just paid off my car!
- I like peace and quiet.
- I exercise regularly.
- I can drop a bunch of money on dinner.
- I don’t get teenagers anymore, which is somewhat heartbreaking.
- I freaking love eating onions.
I often thought about this, but the time when I knew I felt like a grown up was after I had a kid. Even after getting married I felt ambiguous about being a grownup. But yeah, after having a baby…I definitely feel like a grown up now.
The first time I sat down to eat pizza, and reached for a fork. That’s when I knew I was grown up.