What does it mean to be an adult?

For my spring break, I took a spontaneous trip to Rexburg, Idaho. I haven't been there since who knows when, so I decided it would be a good time to visit again. I was reminded of how much things change yet stay the same this spring break. Being back in Rexburg, reminded me of my college days there yet things are so different.

Most of the people I knew when I went to the university have graduated, got married and have kids now. I had a couple really good friends I visited, but it was interesting to see how much of my life has moved on. Being there, I felt like I was reliving my freshman year when driving past places in Rexburg. I was driving through memory lane.

It's weird to think back and remember my freshman year. It wasn't my favorite of college years, yet it was so important. Being a freshman was freedom. I was living in the college dorms and had no parents to tell what to do. I could stay up late and eat cookie dough and no one could stop me. I could go to the dance party and dance until 2 in the morning. That was my definition of an adult. I was an adult. I had freedom to do as I wanted.

Now being an adult has different meanings to me.

 Being an adult means going to bed early is a good thing.

Being an adult means I need to start my professional life and career.

Being an adult means that I am accountable.

Being an adult means that I can't blame failure on others.

 Being an adult means being responsible for so many important decisions regarding my future.

I always thought it would be fun to make these decisions. I sometimes want to be a freshman all over again because I was a adult without that much responsibility. If I did something wrong, I was only 18 years old. Being a freshman, I could make mistakes and that was acceptable. Life was a learning experience where I was almost encouraged to make mistakes so I could learn from them. I am not saying that perfection is required out of me now, but It is crazy to see how my definition of an adult has changed within 5 years.

I wish I would of known that you can only be a college freshman year one time. Take advantage of it when you have it. Once, you start moving on with your life, you realize that being an adult has more responsibility. So, cheers to adulthood!

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