Considering the more obvious examples like my age or the fact that I'm searching for post-graduation employment, maybe I should have seen this coming. And yet it came it as a bit of shock yesterday, as I was nailing an Abraham Lincoln poster above my bed and realized: I am becoming an adult person.
For example, I now own a hammer. My clothes are neatly folded in my drawers (some of the time). I have a folder for my tax returns (somewhere in my desk . . . or maybe under it?). I pulled a shard of glass from my foot yesterday with tweezers and didn't even shed a tear (although I did put a Batman Band-Aid on it).
And, to top it all off, I've even begun wearing adult-person sweaters, the kind that are wooly and dark and have turtlenecks and character and 'dry-clean-only' tags. (But, in truth, I've yet to ever go to the dry cleaner. Baby steps.)
