As a child I pictured adulthood in a very specific way. It involved a pink Cadillac and a super hot husband who was my High School sweetheart and had been the captain of his football team (we didn't have football where I grew up, so this was extra fantastical) and a whole load of really attractive and talented children. That vision evolved as I grew to be more realistic in my endeavors, but it was usually a dream based on some variant of the same idea.
It's been about eight or nine years since I thought that my life would evolve into the aforementioned dream, and as I continue to get older my vision of adulthood has drastically changed. I am 27, this is no longer my 'early 20's', and I cannot pretend that marriage and child-rearing is something that I think every "adult" should have.
Over the last two years I have had my first real adult job, it's been amazing, and aside from the occasional panic attack that I have "zero" idea of what I am doing, it has been rewarding and grown-up. Unlike what I would have pictured as a child, I have chosen to quit this job to try out an entirely new life. I will be moving next week to spend the summer with my family in Alaska.
Here are the things I know so far about adulthood:
I can eat ice cream whenever I damn well please, I have to pay bills so that I have a place to sleep, it's advisable to find jobs/careers with good health insurance and that nothing looks quite like you thought it would from this angle...
