WAIT... Am I An Adult?

As I embark on this journey, I've been thinking a lot about what could make me nervous, what will change, and if my life will be any different after the wedding.

This weekend I was lucky enough to attend one of the most beautiful, joyful and fun bridal showers.  Many of my college friends are married, engaged, or are in serious relationships.

While speaking about this exciting time in our lives, we discussed how crazy it was that we met 5+ years ago. It was like yesterday that we were freshman moving into Woodland, moving out of our parent’s homes for the first time, no mom or dad to get you to class, no one to cook you dinner, and no one to do your laundry because we were on our own! That year was one of the best years of my life. I met some amazing people, learned a lot about myself, and laughed uncontrollably. Where did the time go?

5ish years later, we all live on our own, pay bills, student loans, have full time careers, and are wedding planning.

Does this mean we are adults?

 

During this conversation a college friend (who got married earlier this month) said the only thing that had her nervous the day of her wedding was the reality of it. Were we old enough and mature enough to be married?

 

I remember being my sisters age looking up to my cousin(yeah you Linds), thinking how cool it was to be engaged, to get married,  and to buy a house. They must be so responsible and financially stable. I thought of her as an adult.

Does this mean my sister, cousins and their friends look at me that same way?

I may still be on a SMALL part of Tigers pay roll, but besides that, I pay for everything myself. That small part still keeps me a kid right?

I still try and sneak, and by sneak I mean drunkenly break into my sister’s room to sleep in her bed. She yells, kicks me off of her bed and tells me "go sleep with your husband". I wake up in the morning to, hear about my actions. ( this happened... last week)  Adults don't do that ( if I keep doing this I'll never be a fit adult). 

 

Although I have an  job, a dog, and a fiancé. I pay my bills (yeah, you too Sallie Mae),  have a car, and up keep my home. I do not feel like I am an  adult.

After thinking long and hard about this I have come up with a definition, the day that I am officially be an adult.... The day I DO NOT wake up at my parent’s house Christmas morning.

Really, think about it. The morning I do not wake up there will be the morning that I’ll be responsible for Santa. I'll be making my house, a home. I'll be making memories of my own, not being a part of someone else's. I will be responsible enough to be an adult. But until then Donna and Tiger have to keep my room, keep me on pay roll, and of course still treat me as their little girl. Married or not!
- Ash