Flipping the Switch

At some point in our lives we take that figurative step into adulthood. Sometimes we flip that mental switch from young adult to adult proper consciously and willingly; other times, we have to be dragged kicking and screaming. Whichever way it happens, looking back, we can easily identify when that moment came and went. I would imagine that for the majority of would-be and could-be adults, this mental roll-over happens to coincide with the day that they permanently leave the parental abode, decide to venture forth and forge their own future.

And thus I flipped the switch this past weekend, deciding to take the plunge in a doubly-bold move of not just moving out, but also moving in with my lovely. It was a surprisingly easy decision to make. Easy as pie.

"It seems that it is the norm with this generation," said a colleague of mine recently, referring to to today's young people's propensity to live at home well into their 20s. I, however, cannot vouch for the accuracy or veracity of this assertion, because to me it seems that there is still a social stigma that is associated with failing to launch before the age of 25. I would know.

Nonetheless it finally happened for me and in the most advantageous, and wonderfully and wholly blissful way imaginable.

Who wants to live alone in Brooklyn anyway?

"You have to do your own growing no matter how tall your grandfather was."
- Abraham Lincoln