Dear home, It’s been a long time since we’ve last seen each other… OK, not that long; I think Thanksgiving was the last time I was back. Nonetheless, as you can tell, things have changed for the both of us. And probably for the better.
At 16, we can drive. At 18, we can vote. At 21, we can drink. And then there is life after all of that. So, when do we become adults? Here’s a ladyguide to determine if you are a motherfucking adult with a capital A.*