Growing up is packing all of your earthly possessions into boxes and wondering how your parents did this so many times. Growing up is having a landlord who rides around your apartment on a bike, peeking in all of the windows. It's forgetting what season it is because all you do is sit in a heated and air conditioned office all day. Growing up is not even getting excited on payday, because BILLS, and knowing that at least half of your paycheck will be gone before you get a chance to calculate where to.
Growing up is acknowledging that you despise of something, and doing it regardless, because nobody else is going to do it for you. And if they are, then what kind of grown-up are you, anyway?
Growing up also means eating cake at 10:30 pm, right after working out. And with your bare hands because you already packed all of the eating utensils. It's having a husband who still thinks you're at least somewhat appealing after you do such repulsive things.
Sometimes it can be pretty cool, I guess. Even when your life feels kind of up in the air and that's one of your least-favorite feelings because you have the type of personality that thrives in security.