Adult?

Well, it only took me 36 years.

When I was growing up, my mother told me her friends liked spending time with me because I was like “a little adult.” Maybe it’s strange then that I still feel that way, like a little adult.

I remember the first time I knew we weren’t supposed to be kids anymore was at a friend’s house in Jersey City. She and her fiance lived there, and a drawer by the s…