OLD

Forget July 4. Today was my Independence Day.

I've fought it for a year and a half now. I've been in the working world but have vehemently denied adulthood.

But today, as I was sitting by myself at the auto repair shop, I realized that I left more than my keys with the mechanic.

I left my youth.

Only an adult waits for nearly 4 hours BY HERSELF at the car place for her car to be finished. I didn't want to call a cab, I was too far from any of my friends to interrupt their Saturday and ask for a ride, so I read my book, listened to my iPod (ignored a TV that could only broadcast ABC which was airing Power Rangers) and waited.

And waited.
And waited.
And waited.

I certainly could have taken my car to a place closer to my side of town, enabling me to get a ride, but then I probably wouldn't have gotten the entire service free because that very repair shop had "fixed" the same problem in the fall. Waste time to save money. That is how an adult thinks.

And speaking of save, I am 80% certain that if Jeremy (mechanic's name) had just given me a new spark plug to replace the culprit, I could have fixed it myself and saved us all a lot of time. Okay... 30% certain.

But the point is that instead of doing any of that, I waited. Adults have no one else to get their car repaired for them, like teenagers do.

I had no one to depend on but me.

And THAT, try as I might to deny it, pretty much means I'm an adult.

(Or in need of a husband.)