Most Americans do four things before they’re considered a mature, successful adult:
- Graduate from college.
- Get married.
- Buy a house.
- Have kids.
While the order is somewhat flexible, if you don’t achieve these milestones, you’re not considered a grownup.
Of these four, I’ve accomplished #1 (college). The other three are iffy.
I have a lot of ambivalence around marriage. It’s moving when two people commit their lives to one another. And it can be sooooo hard for that to work out well.
I’ve already written about self-identifying as a renter, not an owner.
And just from the name of this blog, you can tell #4 is not a priority.
So I’m a wicked underachiever. I don’t even have a car, for crying out loud. I might as well be living in my parents’ basement.
But other actions I’ve taken have transformed me.
- I joined the Peace Corps and taught English in Asia for two years.
- I wrote a screenplay. I’m writing another one.
- I’ve loved with all my heart, and had my heart shattered–and rewired.
The truth is, I’m quite a conventional person. I work a 9-to-5 job, pay my rent on the first, buy things on Amazon. I play by society’s rules.
But going by the four pillars up top, I’m an outlier. A rebel. Call me Peter Pan, because clearly, adulthood and me? Not such good friends.
What about you? Are you an American grownup? How do you feel about that?