The Coming of Age. And the Age That is Coming.
The immortal Coco Chanel once said:
“Don’t spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door.”
Unfortunately I’ve had to spend time, not beating, but waiting, on the wall to transform…and it’s finally about to.
In just under two weeks(the 5th of November) I turn 18, it may only represent a digit but it also represents a milestone.
I’ll finally be an ‘adult’ in the eyes of the law, while I may have considered myself to be one for a while now, the privileges that come the with digits are bountiful, I can *finally* make major decisions for myself with nobody else able to decide what they think best for me.
18 ushers in a time of change, not just Credit Cards and a lack of Permission Slips, I could move out and start my own life, I could(if I wanted) buy alcohol and cigarettes legally, I could do a lot of things…
But it’s the small things that’ll make the most difference, I don’t have to worry about getting ID’d going into places, I don’t have to get things approved by my Mother to do them, and I can finally do what I want to do.
It’s a great feeling, freedom, and I haven’t even truly attained it yet…Roll on November 5th.
It has now been over three weeks since you have become 18. Yes you may in the eyes of the law become an adult and think that you are having freedom, it never comes until you are free from your home as you still live in dependence of your parent(s) as long as you are there. I also thought freedom comes with age but being in my fifth year of being 18 (that is 23), freedom still escapes me each each.
The feeling of freedom never comes until you make that step out of home and in to the real world away from security.
It’s brilliant, not gonna lie. .
Unfortunately unless you’re planning on moving out, though, you’re still going to have to run stuff by the ‘rentals. Generally though, it’s excellent