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I am a real grown-up.

I just bought my first living room furniture — as in, a couch, a chair and a table that actually match. Which means I’m moving into my first apartment that actually has a living room. Plus I just got my first real business cards (thanks to everyone who emailed to offer to design them, and to Jim who created an awesome one) and a business card holder. And in four days, I will be solidly in my “mid-20s.” To top it all off, my room mate and I are painting our new apartment actual colors, and we have a decorating scheme that involves more than “Why don’t we hang those pictures that we got from your ex-boyfriend’s former room mate? I mean, they’re framed…”

Kids grow up so fast, don’t they?


15 thoughts on I am a real grown-up.

  1. Happy birthday! I’m turning 30 in a little over a month, and my shit still does not match. But then again, it probably never will, due to a strong streak of bohemian stubborness.

  2. I’m 29 and pregnant… so my husband and I are just coming to the realization that we are the adults now. Freaky. And yet, we don’t even own a couch, or soft chairs, or a television, or a bed for that matter. I got a kitchen table (with matching chairs!) about a year ago, and was so happy to have it. Somehow a kitchen table makes me feel like I’m actually in a home.

    Next week we’re moving from a studio to a two-bedroom. And yet, no plans to buy furniture. Except a glider, and nursing ottoman, probably from craigslist.

  3. I’ve been an adult for 30 years now. The kids will be leaving soon. And the books are still in the bookcases I built on my kitchen floor in grad school. You’d think at some point over the past 3 decades we’d have sprung for some decent bookcases-

  4. At the rate I’m going, I’ll never grow up.

    Funny thing is, maybe that’s not such a bad thing. 🙂

  5. Here’s what you get to look forward to. The next stage, the one I’m now in: Old. Here’s why. My wife and I recently bought MATCHING La-z-boy recliners.

    Of course, the Kid (now 23) doesn’t help. She keeps telling me I’m “older than dirt.” Of course, you don’t have to grow up to grow old!

  6. Happy Birthday!

    You know, I’ve had mixed and matching furniture for much of my marriage.

    I’ve been married for 14 years, I’m turning 37 next Monday, and I’m now in the middle of a divorce. And you know what? I still don’t feel like an adult. I have a 13 year old son. I STILL don’t feel like an adult. I am a professional and own a home. ???

    I’m now trying to UNMATCH some of my furniture, actually, to make it seem more, I guess, “me.” Maybe when I finish that process I’ll feel like an adult?

  7. So Jill, tell us, what’s your decorating scheme? And what colors will the apartment be? Sorry if I’m nosy, but I just love decorating.

  8. So Jill, tell us, what’s your decorating scheme? And what colors will the apartment be? Sorry if I’m nosy, but I just love decorating.

    No no, I will most certainly post pictures and brag all about it when I’m done, so you aren’t being nosy at all.

    My room mate and I met in Florence, so we’re thinking a Tuscan theme (not over-done, just subtle). The living room is going to be a warm yellow, with chocolate-brown furniture (couch and chair), a dark brown wood coffee table, and a dark brown wood book case. We have a big oval-shaped gold mirror that we’re going to hang on the wall above the couch. And then our most brilliant idea is to take our favorite pictures from Italy, turn them sepia-toned, blow them up to 8 x 10, and frame them in mis-matched gold, bronze and dark brown wood frames.

    Our kitchen is going to be sage green, with a dark wood table and chairs.

    I am very excited.

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