Adulthood is a funny word, isn’t it? I’m intrigued by the term, or more accurately, I’m intrigued by the question of what it means to be an adult.
At the beginning of the month, I moved out of my mom’s house and into my very first, very chic apartment with my boyfriend.. The initial apartment viewing was actually a mistake at first. I had spent too many hours on Rent Faster, emailing potential listings and crossing my fingers I would land a call back for August. I got a call back from a landlord who was renting an apartment in my dream neighbourhood, so proceeded to schedule a viewing. Somehow, I had mixed up the address with another apartment listing in my feed. Long story short, we showed up at the wrong apartment, were late for the ‘actual’ viewing but somehow displayed a charming enough quality to win over the landlord and sign the lease the following week.
Some may see that as a step forward into the realm of adultness. Some may simply see it as an impulsive twenty-something decision, destined to further my own personal growth. I see it as one of the most rewarding and one of the most challenging parts of my life thus far.
There’s a lot about MOVING out you don’t figure out until you’re actually MOVED out. The moving part is relatively easy: bribe a couple of your closet friends with beer and pizza, attempt to build furniture, build the furniture backwards, get someone else to build the furniture and call it a day.
It wasn’t until the second week or so after having been moved out when I tried to open a can of black beans without a can opener and realized: being an adult is more difficult than it looks on the surface. Or maybe it was when I purchased my first IKEA shelf and accidentally nailed a screw into the wrong section of the shelving unit, puncturing the wood and leaving a quarter-sized hole. The thing is, a Maxwell House coffee commercial adult is not the type of adult you’re going to end up becoming (sorry to burst your bubble). You’re probably going to frequently forget your reusable shopping bag when purchasing groceries. You’re probably going to forget to buy toilet paper when you REALLY need it. And you’re bedtime alarm is not always going to go off.
Adult life isn’t much different from adolescent life, (you know, apart from science and brain development and all that). Realistically, you’re going to keep making mistakes your whole life, so why try to figure everything out all at once?
Adulthood is a subjective term that means different things to different people. What we should really be focusing on is not “how to adult” but “how to mature”. Emotional and intellectual maturity are the sexiest traits of being a human. If you keep telling yourself you need to be moved-out or in a relationship in order to feel like an adult, you’ll never feel complete.
For the record, I still haven’t purchased a can opener. The black beans will have to wait. #notadulting