I’m an Adult.

Normally when I talk about being an adult, I refer to the fact that I pay bills and buy things for my home (like lamps) and have plants on my porch; I have a job and I have a retirement fund and a degree from the incomparable University of North Carolina. These are all examples of my current state of adulthood.

I have to admit that I forget that I’m an adult sometimes, though. Yes, I act like a third grader every now and then (I mean HELLO field day is one of my favorite days during the school year, too!), but I’m alluding to something a bit different here. I’m realizing that I am an adult and as an adult, I can do what I want to do.

I don’t have to ask permission.

It’s not like I ask my parents’ permission to go see a movie and I don’t check in for curfew, but sometimes I think I forget that I can literally do whatever I want, whenever I want. I have my own bank account and I have money in that bank account and if I want to go somewhere or do something, I can do it. It’s up to me.

When I was younger, I always asked permission — it was like I needed affirmation in the things that I did. Along with asking permission to do things, I was also never a rule breaker, so I didn’t necessarily have the most wild childhood (you’re welcome, mom and dad).

I’ve spent most of my summer in Durham, which has been incredibly lovely — it’s so fun exploring the city where I live since I don’t have the opportunity to do that so much during the school year. During this summer, I’ve been mulling over my decision to purchase a new laptop and my preferences have fallen to a Mac. It’s a big purchase, and with most of my monetary matters, I consult my dad fairly regularly about this impending purchase. I called him the other night to get more affirmation on buying the laptop when he just told me to do it. I was kind of surprised to hear him say that at first, but he went on to tell me that he knows I want it, he knows I have the money for it, and that I just need to suck it up and do it.

Now, that’s easier said than done, right?! Those computers are NOT cheap, and I don’t think I’ve ever dropped four figures on anything in my life — I have a hard time spending lots of money just like that.

Of course, dad turned the tables and told me that if I don’t make purchases like that every once in a while, I won’t really know what I’m working for in the first place.

Then he told me he wanted to be there and watch my face when I buy a new car or a house. Yep, dad’s got jokes.

Dad also proceeded to tell me that I need to go visit some friends of mine before school starts. Friends who aren’t in Durham or Chapel Hill or Raleigh, but friends who live outside of the state.

You’re 24-years-old, geez — go do something, go have fun. Go do it while you still can and you don’t have to worry about things. Oh wait, you’re not 24 yet — but still, go out and have fun!

Well then. Okay dad, if you insist!

I’ve been very fortunate to have awesome parents who have loved and supported me through and through, and it really encourages me to know that my dad wants me to enjoy life and revel in my days as a twenty-something.

Yes, I am an adult. Yes, I make adult purchases. Yes, I’m going to the Apple store tomorrow. Yes, I’m starting to think about where I want to go before school starts.

Yes, I’ll be sure to make the most of this amazing season of my life.

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