Adulthood

Write Club Prompt #65

There were a lot of times when I felt like an adult. The first time I traveled alone. The first time I bought alcohol for myself. However, the first time I felt like a real true adult was the first time I lived on my own. Being in a house by myself changed my mindset. The phrase “master of my domain” comes to mind even though it feels to grandiose.

I still have the journal I was keeping back then. A lot of the stuff I wrote feels hopelessly naive in retrospect. Still it feels like me.

The more interesting thing about entering adulthood is it’s not something I can truly pinpoint. It was a gradual change. I keep thinking about cultures that have rituals for entering adulthood. In primitive society the path to adulthood was more clear. They could have a ceremony and from that day on a child would be an adult. In the modern world we’re all expected to find out own way. So many it seem get lost along the way. I’m grateful that I at least found my way.