In August 2010, as a follow-up to my New York Times Magazine article about twentysomethings, the NPR show “The Takeaway” asked their listeners to write in with their responses to the question: “How will you know when you’re an adult?” I was tickled by the exercise – it was the tail end of my 15 minutes of fame after the Times article, which included appearing on "The Takeaway" with my daughter Samantha – and found several of the answers insightful and funny. Among my favorites (and I took the liberty here to clean up the distressingly frequent misspellings – does anyone finally feel like an adult through knowing how to spell "vacuum"?) are the following:
I probably didn't think of myself as an adult until I'd already been married for two years and got a job that forced us to buy a car. Commuting from Evanston, Illinois out to Schaumberg every day listening to All Things Considered on the car radio -- that made me feel grown up in a way that years of public transit commuting never did, even though the commuting was to actual, grown-up jobs.
How about you? What is, or was, the "aha" moment that lets you know you're an adult?