I don't think I'm mature. Not at all, really. But I do know when I need to make a bold decision, and I know when to truly take my parents' advice. I think, I pray, that we are making a wonderful life choice. I cannot wait to make memories with him in our first true home together. I can't wait to cook meals with him in our very own kitchen. To stay up late, just watching tv in our very own living room. These things, so normal and average, are all I want right now. We even teeter on the notion of whether or not that second bedroom could ever become a nursery (crazy, right?). But is it? At the rate we're going, it sometimes doesn't seem like such a wild idea. Maybe we'll be ready sooner than we thought. Or maybe a furry, four-legged friend will dull that craving until we're in something bigger.
We still have a couple more weeks until we can bunker down and make this place our own. While we're taking this time to prepare for our big leap, we also know that it's our final stretch before rising to a whole new level of reality. From adult-ish to adult. Then again, we're both children at heart.
Adult-ish it is.