The horror… Becoming a grown-up. I always feared to become one… I still do – because I don’t think I’m quite there yet. Honestly, I hope I’ll never truly become one. Like Peter Pan, I never saw the point of it. Sure, there are responsibilities linked to growing up and living on your own etc., responsibilities that I like (most of them anyway). But then the weird thing happens, you start to wonder, which leads to you finding out that you kind of are a grown-up already (…ish).
You know you’re a grow-up when:
- You moved out from your parents’ house and live by yourself, paying rent
- You have a monthly budget
- You pay your bills on time
- You find peace and calmness in somewhat planning and structuring your life
- You appreciate the relationship between mother-father and child
- You no longer fight with your sibling(s) because you’ve come to appreciate the friendship that has developed
- You can actually handle liquor, and an evening out with friends no longer ends in major hangovers (or black outs)
- However, you’ve also found that a weekend in shouldn’t be underestimated
- You no longer care for fitting in because you’ve found it’s more fun not to
- Potential life partners are no longer evaluated by appearance but by personal traits, which let’s face it simply is much more important
When did you know, you were a grown-up (ish)?