So recently I have gotten married and bought a house with my wife Priscilla.  It has been two weeks since we have moved into  out new investment and already I am starting to worry about the thing falling to the ground.  I know it sounds ridiculous, but considering the amount of money invested in such a thing, I stand to loose quite a bit if the house decides to up and fall over.  It just one of those things I have to get used to.  One of the things that makes you a Grownup.

Getting married for me was a no-brainer.  Priscilla and I had been dating four years and I loved her.  It wasn’t until after the engagement, the parties, the preparation, the rehearsal, the wedding, the reception, the honeymoon, and everything else, that I could really sit back and realize, ” Damn… I’m married now.  I’m a grown up.”  

Recently I have noticed that there are some people out there in the world that thrive on growing up fast.  I know several people that get married young and start having kids young.  Almost like they are running to be part of the group they call “Grownup”.  I, on the other hand, was not in that group.  Moving to Atlanta at age 19 was partially a cry for independence.  I wanted to party and not have to worry about it.  I wanted to have fun and be a kid on the loose.  I ended up growing up faster then I could ever imagine.  

That being said, I still was in no rush to be a grownup.  I did things as they would come to me in my life.  I met Priscilla when I wasn’t looking for a serious relationship.  At a point in my life when I was tired of trying to be nice, honest guy, I met Priscilla and she was the nice and honest girl.  It was meant to be I guess.

Now, honestly,  getting married, in my eyes, was not the final indication that I had turned to the grownups.  Priscilla and I have several friends that have no kids and party like rock stars and enjoy an awesome, young, independent life without children.  To me, they met their soul mate but never really wanted to reach that label of adult.  I have all the respect for them and am inspired by their lifestyle,  (That’s right Alex and Jan, I am talking about you two.) but I think that I am going to have a couple of kids in my future.

Priscilla and I decided to buy a house before the wedding even happened.  We actually considered buying before the wedding, but, after the wedding planning started, we knew that was not going to happen.  One thing at a time.  It always seems to be that: One thing at a time.  And that is how time passes so fast.  You finish one thing then on to the next.  After the wedding we started the process of buying a house.  We looked, found one, and bought it.  One step at a time.  Now, as the dust is finally settling, I look back and say,”Damn, I have a house now.  I have a wife.  I’m only 27 years old, but damn I feel like I’m all grown up.  Or maybe I feel like I’m a kid with a house and a wife.  Either way, I’ve taken one more step in being an adult.

The next step in the series of events that make up life is children.  (Mom, don’t get too excited yet.)  It is the final step into “Grownupdome”  It marks the fact that the little person you brought into the world looks to you as a “Grownup”.  And as they should.  You are the ones taking care of them.  Plus you are about 5 feet taller then them. Kids for me and Priscilla are in the future.  We just don’t know how are into the future they are.  Like I said before.  One step at a time.  What’s the next step again?