While I have yet to really accept that I am graduating in December, sometimes I suddenly feel like an adult. Tonight, I walked through Somerville, a much more neighborhood-y area of Boston/Cambridge, to my friends, Megan and Paul’s apartment for a Thanksgiving type dinner. I walked there with a platter of corn casserole and tupperware filled with oatmeal cookies I made last night. I saw a woman cross the street with her daughters, and for some reason, in that moment, I felt like I had become this image I have of my mom, walking to friends’ houses, casserole dish in hand, for a dinner party. I felt like an adult, and I realized I’m about to feel like an adult for a long, long time. 

Freaky.

Sadly, as I was getting off the T later with the half-filled casserole dish, bag of cookies, and giant purse, I pushed and clawed my way through the crowd only to have the doors almost close on my arms as I scrambled off, and suddenly, I felt like an embarrassed 12 year old who had fallen in the street (which, let’s face it, I almost did…) It doesn’t take much to knock me off my almost-adult pedestal.