Growing Up?

I'm going to try really hard not to turn this post (or the rest of this blog for that matter) into an angsty emo diary... but it's quite hard moving back into my parents house. I feel like I'm back to being a teenager, in that awkward stage between no longer being a kid and not quite being an adult yet. It's starting to make me wonder what exactly it's going to take to make me feel like I've grown up and become an adult.

A lot of things have emerged over the last few years, living in apartments off-campus and away from my parents, like all my thoughts about what to do with my own space -- i.e. when I have my own house -- like composting and solar lights, or painting my walls colors in deep colors unlike the drab slightly-off-white I have been looking at all my life. Or my style of cooking, or my need to cuddle as I sleep (or else you have poor Percy and Pooch), or having a drop-off zone when I first enter the place...

At any rate, will being able to do all those things make me feel like an adult? Or will I go on for many more years trying to figure out life as I go and wondering if I can stand on my two feet? (On legs! On human legs! 10 points if you guess the movie.)

Or will there be some defining moment that makes me realize that I'm kinda old? O.o

What do you think?