There comes a time in everyone’s life when the life we’ve known, well, forever ceases to exist. The safe bubble of school has popped. Responsibility piles on. People start pairing off, getting engaged, and wedding bells ring.  Of course, there are those who’ve long ago gotten a head start on all of this through…surprises, but the fact that people our age have kindergarteners really sinks in. Naps are a thing of the past, as are Penny Pitchers on Wednesdays, snow days, spring breaks, and summers off. It is now time to put on our big boy and girl pants…and not think that sweatpants and messy buns are an acceptable wardrobe choice for anywhere but the comfort of our own homes – or our friends’.

Yet even these things become commonplace. They don’t faze us as much because they come into our lives as single events spread out over a span of months, even years. Then comes a moment when everything clicks.

We’re hanging out with a mix of the friends we’ve had since junior high and the significant others and friends brought in later (read: the people who have borne witness to or been our accomplices in every idiotic, embarrassing act we’ve ever committed and routinely rub in our faces every chance they get out of a somewhat dysfunctional display of their love and affection). Everything is just as it always has been: everyone is joking and laughing, playing games (that now involve alcohol, even if they weren’t meant to), talking over one another, teasing, flirting, blaring music just a little to loud, and inevitably arguing over what to listen to as if anyone paid attention in the first place.

Everyone gathers and gets involved in one conversation (read: everyone is still talking over and arguing with one another), but the topics have changed from what they once were. Our conversations no longer consist of – or no longer only consist of – football and the latest gossip about common enemies and friends alike. Instead, we talk about student loans kicking in, payment plans on rings, weddings, insurance, moving, and houses versus apartments, and dogs, and…

It hits us smack dab between the eyes, “Oh hi, we’re adults. When did that happen?”

That is what this new blog is all about: the ways we fumble our way through adulthood much the same way we fumbled through childhood and adolescence. Here we are stumbling and fumbling, trying to find ourselves still because, ultimately, we still have very little idea who we’re meant to be and are just now (if we’re lucky) starting to figure out who we are meant to be or not be with for the rest of our lives. Our purpose on this earth and what it is that’s right in any given situation are as murky as they ever were and we’re left thinking, “Oh hi, we’re adults. I thought we were supposed to have all this shit figured out by now.”