I am an adult.

Last fall I was asked what rite of passage would make me feel like an adult.
I'm 22 so that puts me in the adult range, but of course I never felt like a big girl.
Mostly because I still get asked "What grade are you in?" 

Would buying my first home make me feel grown up? Marriage? Babies? 

None of the above.

I actually responded with "Buying a couch."

...Yep. 

Couch, meet blog. Blog, meet couch. 

Technically I'm still not an adult since my parents actually bought it for me; however we did a sort of trade. The only things my parents were ever sure to get me for Christmas and birthdays were furniture pieces so over the years I've collected a lot of furniture. But since a lot of it looks so good in my parents' home, they've decided to keep some pieces and bought me this couch instead! 

I totally got the better deal :)

I did a little happy jig right there in the store and 

wallowed all over the floor model like it was actually mine. 

No shame. 

And for those of you who are wondering, I got it at 

HANKS fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine furniture.

I'll never make fun of those commercials again.