I lived with the notion that on one of my birthdays,
something will magically click, switching on an adult version of me inside – one that
is mature, responsible, and wise. I thought it would happen on my eighteenth
birthday – the "debut to adulthood".
Well, it didn’t. Bummer, I thought, but it was not the end
of days. I had three more years of undergrad, plus probably a few more in
the workforce, unless I get into grad school, that might jolt my inner adult awake. Probably.
