In recent years, everyone has been talking about defining a stage between adolescence and adulthood. It used to be that we'd go from being teenagers to being adults, before that, it was straight up childhood to adulthood. Adults with major jobs or responsibilities, lots of babies, etc. There is talk of a developmental stage called "emerging adulthood" that brings forth awful imagery of larvae for me. As it turns out, I'm on the cusp of being a real adult, both in age and in behavior. And guess what — it's kind of boring.
Being a grown-up means finally dealing with consolidating my student loans so I can pay them off reasonably. It means having health insurance and actually setting appointments at the dentist's office (it's on my to-do list). It means remembering to buy toilet paper at the store because, really, nobody else is going to be able to save you. It means facing obstacles head-on, without help (usually) and without balking. Things don't get done when you balk at them.
There's a part of me that is disappointed that I seem to be passing into adulthood without much of a fight.
Thankfully, being a grown-up doesn't seem to be a full-time job.