A Real Adult

Well, I'm having a lot of fun with my family here. It's ridiculously crowded though. Five people plus three dogs in a two bedroom place is just not ideal.
Anyway, I turned twenty-five a couple days ago. I still keep thinking I'm twenty-two or twenty-three. Like, I'm definitely older than twenty-one but not by much and here I am halfway through my twenties.
A quarter of a century old. That's what my sisters keep saying. I feel like my generation is growing up so late now from being coddled and lack of responsibility (or lack of maturity to take responsibility) that being twenty-five doesn't make me an adult. I don't know if this is just me but I feel like I won't be a real adult until I'm thirty. Then again, maybe I'll never feel like a real adult. I wonder if anyone does truly feel like an adult. They must not, otherwise they wouldn't feel so surprised to see a child grown up and say "Gosh, I feel so old now."
Even though my friends have children, I still can't see them as real adults. We're all just playing house or forever babysitting.
And I'm going to the zoo to take pictures of the animals.