You fully know you’re grown-up when your personal aspirations in life is obtaining a garage (not for a car, but as a dirty-anything-goes-workspace-painter-artistic-center-of-awesomeness) and a lawn. I could probably talk about this for several pages, but it is remarkably surprising how much I miss tending to outdoor grass, weeds, flowers and basic leaf-picking up chores.
I’m freak. To some, I suppose. But, this makes complete, logical sense from my stand-point.