I have this weird knack for remembering specific moments in time. I’m hoping that later in life it will serve me well in that I’ll have vivid memories of specific moments with my boys. So far though, it seems to be just random moments that were somehow assigned value in my head. One such memory is the exact moment when I knew I had become an adult:
When I was in college and going to UM-Flint, I lived at home. In a class during my sophomore year I reconnected with a friend from high school who was sharing a house with a couple other girls. Living with girls sounded way better than living with my parents, so I went over there one evening to check it out and see about moving into their spare room. After getting the 5 minute tour of the place, we sat in the living room and chatted, a bunch of 19 year olds that knew everything there was to know about living life as a real adult. While we were sitting there, one of the girls got up and closed the blinds, and that struck me as the most adult thing about moving out. Maybe it’s because my mom is an early blind closer, or maybe it’s because I had been used to my parents taking care of my life and my blinds for me, but up until that point it had never occurred to me that I would one day have to decide when it’s time to close the blinds, and then actually do it myself. In that moment I was in awe of these girls, who had been adulting, and closing their own blinds in this house without their parents for months now-and I desperately wanted to become like them.
I did move into that spare back bedroom with those girls, and the novelty of closing the blinds when it got dark never did wear off. Other adult things, like the garbage, cleaning the bathroom, buying groceries, and paying rent got old fast,
but I never took lightly the responsibility of closing those blinds.