I’m right at about 27, and I absolutely don’t feel like it. Just a few days ago I found myself geeking out over Lisa Frank folders, (woo nostalgia!!!) and thought, Who in their right mind decided I should be considered an adult??
I’ve yet to collect quite a few of those ‘adulthood’ milestones. Never had my own place, never had a mortgage, never been married, never had kids. Actually, whether or not I’ve ever even had a boyfriend is up for interpretation.
But then again, there are a bunch of milestones I’ve collected that most ‘adults’ couldn’t match. I’ve lived in six different states, and a couple dozen different cities (military family, you know?) I’ve held jobs in retail, tech support, and baking, among other things. Maintained a 4.0 GPA for a full two years in college before I got bored (and also ran out of money). I’ve lived with idiots, weirdos, creepers and freaks, and even people who AREN’T my family. I’ve been to the Alamo, the Colorado mountains, and lived an hour and a half away from the Grand Canyon for two years without ever ONCE managing to find the time to go see it.
I’ve done a lot and learned a lot, and excelled at pretty much every job I’ve ever had, but what I love to do the most is write. Now I have one book done and quite a few more planned, and with any luck they’ll become popular enough that I can make writing them my only job.