I don't know why, but rushing around with my big old cup of coffee always makes me feel like an adult (or at the very least a big kid :D )

Home ownership does it for me. Not even having teenagers makes me feel as adult as this house and it shocks me from time to time when I realize "This house is mine, I bought it all by myself and I am responsible for it, all by myself". Then I usually freak out.

Let's see...

I'm married! DH and I are preparing to buy our first home next year. And my younger sister (biological) is now 23.

My furniture matches, except a few antiques.

Yes, I said that. My furniture MATCHES, MINUS the ANTIQUES.

WTF? I've never had matching furniture before in my life!

This reminded me of another one! The sound of my high heels clacking on the floor always makes me feel like a grown-up. It reminds me of my mom getting ready for work when I was little.

Hahaha another hilarious post from the "Hyperbole and a Half" blog about being an adult: "Am Adult"
I'm definitely not that bad!

There is something very grown up about sipping Starbucks while sitting in traffic.

THIS. Every time the mortgage bill comes, I think to myself, "Why did I want out of school so bad? Real life doesn't have summer vacation."

For me, it was the rubbermaid, easy-find lids. I'd never had "real" storage stuff like that - always gladware.

But really, mostly, it's the furniture. Especially since we went to our old place last night and moved out the last of the mis-matched furniture (right to the alley).

We went house hunting over the weekend. With an agent and everything. When did I grow up? boo

• Running errands on the weekend like dry cleaning and food shopping
• Making my coffee at home and bringing my travel mug in the office
• Writing checks every month to cover the mortgage
• Getting my Costco membership to buy exciting things like paper towels
• Shopping for a new washing machine
• All of my friends are married and on to having their second baby
• Saying out loud that I graduated from college over 10 years ago!
• Yelling at the kids out the window to get off my lawn

Mentally and physically preparing to be laid off.

:(

Sorry.

Thanks Blondie. I'm more at peace with it today than I was yesterday.

FUNEMPLOYMENT HERE I COME!