We went to dinner at some friend’s. Their house. We always have a good time. We talk about grown up things like buying houses and mortgages and kids growing up and work and things like that. And it’s nice. I don’t feel old because of it, I feel responsible and like I have some words of wisdom. Educated words of wisdom.
Maybe that’s what growing up is; being able to give words of advice based on previous experience.
Adulthood is experience, not age. The two often coincide, but not always.