The writing prompt for #NaBloPoMo on November 16 was ‘what is the moment you leave childhood and enter adulthood?’

I was going to answer this question, but when I think about it, I really don’t know.

When I was a kid, I always felt like an old soul. I felt as though I didn’t really belong. I wanted to live in the 50s or 60s. I liked musicals and reading and I wasn’t very good at just being a kid. Except for the junk food, I had that part down pat.

Now that I’m 30 going on 31 I don’t really feel like an adult. I’m married, I have a kid, I work and I pay bills, but I still feel like I’m 18 and in over my head.

It really throws me that people born in the 1990s are doing things – like playing in the NHL and being MPs. I still feel as though I lived most of my life in the 90s – mostly because I forget that it’s 2011 now and I actually have been out of high school for over 10 years.

That doesn’t make any sense.

Someday will I feel like a grown up? It doesn’t seem like it right now, but maybe when my kid turns 18 I’ll have to accept that I am not.