When was the moment you realized you were an adult?
I thought I’d feel like an adult when I moved out of my parent’s house, but I didn’t.
Then I thought, when I become a teacher I’ll feel like an adult…but that didn’t do the trick either.
Then I figured I’d feel like a grown up when I got married, because what’s more grown up than getting married? But no, I still didn’t feel like an official adult.
When my husband and I bought our house-and we could paint our own walls with whatever color we wanted (I was so tired of white apartment walls), I was certain I’d feel like a grown up-but I still felt like a youngster at heart.
I knew that when we adopted our son, I’d finally feel like an adult. But, no. I still didn’t feel like a grown up.
I started my own business, and that got me on my way to feeling a little more adultish, but…
I was talking to an old friend the other day about how weird he felt carrying a briefcase, and I came to the realization that I officially felt like an adult when I purchased my first purse a few months ago. I’ve never owned a “purse” before. I’ve carried around backpacks and wallets, but never a purse.
I felt like a lady, all grown up.
A purse, who would have thought…?