how did I get here?

I'm sure anyone past the age of twelve thinks to themselves at different points in their life: "wow, I'm ___[years old]."
I've done it before and now that I'm 25 I'm thinking it.
25 = adult.
When you're 21 (the customary age of adulthood), people generally still think you're an overgrown teenager and probably still live with your parents, which is socially acceptable to most people.
But at 25, you better have your s*** together, and be doin' something with your life.
At 25 you're rarely mistaken for under age and juniors clothes start to look a little absurd.

I took this photo of myself today and thought "I look like an adult."
I look like someone I would have been intimidated by when I was a kid.

I do adult things--
I order cuts of meat from the butcher and look him in the eye.
I call plumbers for gas line relocation estimates.
I cook cornish game hens.
I go to the pediatrican, and I'm not the patient.
I sign mortgage checks.
I am a member of our church.
I go to dinner parties where people eat off real plates and talk about time-shares.

It's all very strange.
I interact with people like I'm standing in my underwear. Like they'll know I'm just faking it and I'm really just fifteen.

I'm accepting it because time is a force not to be toyed with. Anyone who's seen Back to the Future, knows that. Oh no, I bet there's a generation now that hasn't seen it!

Don't get me wrong, I love my life. Love it.
It's the being a grown-up thing that is squidgy to me.
Good thing I still have my freckles.