When I was little, all I wanted to be was "grown up."
One year for Halloween - I think I was about 6 - I was a "teenager" for Halloween.
I got to do my hair all big and poofy and wear makeup and a shorter skirt with heels; I had arrived.
The other day I was having a conversation with someone and I started a sentence with "When I grow up I...." This individual looked at me like I had three heads and then proceeded to inform me that I was, in fact, grown up.
Now, it's not like in all reality I don't know this.
I'm about to be 28.
I live on my own.
I pay my own bills.
But, there are still parts of me that cannot believe that my "grown up" is here.
That got me thinking about the little things that make me feel like a "grown up":
- having my own work email
- setting an automated "out of the office" reply on said email when I go on a business trip
- going on a business trip - seriously
- grocery shopping
- buying stamps
- scheduling doctor's appointments
- planning a Christmas party
- going to bed at whatever time I want and having that time be 8p
- hearing a song from when I was alive on the oldies station
- calling around to get prices on furniture upholstery
- feeling old in Forever21
I know how old I am, but sometimes I still feel like that little girl getting excited about dressing up like a teenager on Halloween.