So far, these are some surefire signs that I'm dipping my toes into adulthood.
1. Bills, bills, bills.
Because of the benevolence of my very gracious parents, I've avoided a substantial amount of bills up until this point in my life. Not to mention that all of the apartments I've lived in beforehand included utilities in rent (PS Rexburg, outside in the real world, nowhere includes utilities and comes furnished. It's very gracious of you, but it's quite a slap in the face when one starts apartment hunting in the real world). But now my money has to go towards things like water, gas, electricity, etc. I really think twice now before I leave the room and every single light in it turned on.
2. I find myself wanting to save for things like a COUCH. I went to Ikea the other day to buy a rug (what have I turned in to?!) and found myself drooling over this absolutely divine couch. It would be a pretty big purchase, but I figure, what a better time than now to buy one? Or at least save to buy one. I don't have a husband or any kids and my bills are minimal. I might as well buy something now before my future family starts to suck up all of my money.
I used to save for things like ipods and cameras. Now I'm saving for home furnishings.
3. Sales on things like hand soap. I went to Target today and soap was on sale. SOAP. Two giant things of it for $5. I was thrilled. I feel like that screams nothing but lame.
4. I splurged the other day and bought two new footstools (excuse me, ottomans. My friends looked at me like I had suddenly grown a third arm out of my head when I used the word footstool instead). But I'm in love with them. They're gray. And perfect.
It seems like lists should always be in increments of 5. Maybe it's the OCD talking. But unfortunately I can only come up with four. For now. Stay tuned.