keranzi

adulthood is flying to across the united states without your parents. 

age is such a relative thing. to a kid it's easy. you're over 18? BAM! you're an adult. you can drive? BAM! you're an adult. you have a little plastic card that pays for things? BAM! you're an adult. 

i'm 25, i drive, a n d i have a little plastic card that buys things like slurpees and jolly ranchers. if it looks like a duck and acts like a duck, it must be a duck. but i will be the first one to tell you . . . i am no duck. and i'm not an adult either despite what my brother's offspring may tell you. 

coming home is always a little bit awkward. not awkward in the oh i don't know if i should hug you or shake your hand kind of awkward. in a different way that's hard to explain. i think britney spears said it best in her song: not a girl, not yet a woman. she also made a good point when she said: i'm a slave 4 U, but that's for another blog post.

i'm not sure i'll ever feel like an adult. or maybe i do feel like one and i just don't know it. maybe feeling like an adult is feeling like you're still not an adult. who even knows . . . but one thing is for sure. you're never too old for a week with your family playing games, roasting marshmallows, paddle boating, bowling, watching movies, going to bed late, family dinners, swimming and letting your nephews have more soda than your sister-in-law would care to know. oops. 

life is sweet no matter what age you are, so cherish it. [nope, that's not a britney spears song, but it should be.]