Well I suppose it’s official, I’m really an adult now. I mean I would have called myself an adult, what with all the recent “coming of age” events in my life, i.e. graduating college, getting a job, going to grad school. But up until this point, I didn’t really feel like one. But along comes another “coming of age” event, and well this one’s a bit different. My parents are moving, and I was up at their house the other night to pick up some stuff and go through the garage sale pile to claim any good stuff. And I had a “Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore” moment.
It’s just such a bizarre feeling to see your parents leave the house you grew up in; and an even more bizarre feeling when your Mom gives you all the stuff that she saved from when you were a kid…like your pinewood derby 3rd place trophy and your baby blanket. I mean, I remember being a kid and seeing my parents go through this, and I never really thought anything of it until now. I’m not sad per se, I’m really happy to see my parents start this new chapter of life in a new house, it’s just very different feeling. I suppose that for so many years, I’ve acted like an adult, but now I realize that I really am one. Now if only I could convince the clerk in the grocery store of this fact…then maybe they wouldn’t have to get the manager to ok my ID when I buy beer.


















