Its been a while but I decided to get up and write something today. I wanted to write about how I feel about my situations.What I view is right or wrong about it. Maybe you may have the same feelings or just have a general understanding of what I’m going through but here goes. I been doing what I can to move out of my folks house. In technical terms I’m considered to be an adult(I feel far form it),but what is the true defining moment you become an adult? Let’s look it up shall we:
a·dult
a·dult [ə dúlt, á dùlt]
n (plural a·dults)
1. fully grown life form: a fully mature person, animal, plant, or other form of life
2. somebody legally adult: somebody who has reached the age of legal majority, generally 18 years of age in the United States
adj
1. completely grown: fully developed and mature
an adult male
adult life
2. for somebody mature: involving, relating to, or meant for mature people
adult education
3. unsuitable for children: considered unsuitable for young people because of pornography, violence, or sexually explicit language
[Mid-16th century. < Latin adultus , past participle of adolescere (see adolescent)]
-a·dult·hood, , n
-a·dult·ness, , n
Encarta ® World English Dictionary © & (P) 1998-2005 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.
Based on this dictionary meaning I’m a mature fully grown adult, but that doesn’t mean I’ve reached the many adults standards we all have mapped out before us. My personal definition of adulthood is being 18 or older, having your own residence, transportation, and paying for your own financial well being without any assistance from family or friends. Being able to make responsible decisions and taking accountable for mistakes made. Passing your wisdom to anyone in need of advice or empathic abilities. I’ve been struggling with this list of demands and qualifications for awhile now. I finished college Approximately, 2 years after New Year’s Eve and I’m still living at home.
Don’t have much privacy or freedom to do as I please and its really a shame. Seems like I felt more like an adult when I was still in school on campus. Walking back and forth to my dorm room to class interacting with friends and classmates. I try not to think about it and stay focused on what I do have and keep striving for the life I’ve always dreamt of. I currently have two jobs one at a pain clinic about 30-40mins away from home and another I don’t start until January. I was so ecstatic when I knew I finally made one of my goals, but the process is still going to be long. My home life isn’t the best environment to be in but its better than living on the street. I really don’t want to complain, because I know there are so many people who have worst situations to deal with daily. Still, I can’t help to voice my feelings it’s the only healthy thing I know to turn too. Sometimes, I still feel like giving up but then I hear a voice in my head saying just a little longer… Keep going your almost there. So, I keep a small corner in my heart and fill it with hope. I look in the mirror and try to realize life isn’t perfect, but I still can change the outcome as much as I possible can.
