The one thing that I love about autumn is the stereotypical clothes: being curled up in leggings, boots, and my oversized sweater drinking coffee, which may be exactly what I am doing now.
I think autumn brings on a certain melancholy feeling, and with that a nostalgic one.
I don’t know why this happens. Maybe it is just me, but I’d like to think other people feel this way as well. There’s just a certain somberness surrounding the leaves changing and falling from the trees. It is such a beautiful thing. Here in the Midwest it jumps from Fall to Winter fairly quickly. We basically have a day to soak up all of the autumn glory before it starts snowing. (It has already snowed twice, yay!)
Recently, I’ve been thinking about what it means to be an adult and when that comes along in your life. I know 18 is when you are a legal citizen but I think the concept of being an adult can come at any time. Look at the people who have provided for themselves for many years and were forced to get by on their own at a much younger age. Adulthood was thrust upon them.
I am turning 20 this month and although I do like acting like a child sometimes, I truly do consider myself an adult. I don’t know if that is because I have always been independent and learned at a very young age the only person you can truly depend on is yourself. Or is it because I learned how to take care of myself simply because I wanted too.
What do you guys think? How did you know you were an “adult”?