If you're like me, you always wonder when you're actually a grown up. When you marry? Is it when you have children? When you get a mortgage? Is it when you successfully deal with something difficult? I think that it's none of those.
Recently, I decided that it's much less of a profound or planned moment. It's the moment that you feel compelled to apologize to your parents for your behavior as a teenager. Or as a child.
Which means I'm a grown up.