It's funny the odd things that make you realize you're not a kid anymore. For some reason, I was struck by this when Gary and I bought a Costco membership. In the past, we were on Paul's account --Gary's brother worked at Costco and we got our membership through him. It was free, but it meant we were only allowed one card and it had to be in Gary's name. For the past few years we haven't even had that, and on the rare occassion when we needed something that came from Costco, Gary would go with a friend of his, or even more rarely, I would go with one of mine. Regardless, I have never, in my entire life, been into a Costco unless I was accompanied by another card-carrying adult.
As a result, it felt as if the universe moved, just a bit --that there was a paradigm shift, if you will, when I was handed my own card. Never mind that I've had credit cards, debit cards, and punch cards; that I have dozens of loyalty cards cluttering my keychain. And let's ignore the fact that I can legally drive a car, vote, order a drink, AND that I have my own house, a family and a job. While these things are all proof that I AM an adult, it's this silly membership card that makes me feel all grown up.
I can go into Costco without a chaperone now. Whoo-hooo! lol