To Be

Yesterday was my 24th birthday. When I was a kid and knew everything, I thought that 24 was the magic age at which people became real adults: mature, married, car-owning, home-owning(!), sex-having, beer-drinking, beautiful, REAL adults (like I said, I knew everything). In many ways, I feel like I have actually come to fill this (interesting) set of expectations, yet, of course, in others, I feel as if I still have my training wheels.

Today I forgot my public transit credit card, and when I asked about the fare, I was given the "grade school and high school student" discount.

So, maybe 24 isn't as glamorous as I'd thought.