Listen, I'm going to spare us all here and not use the word "adulting" at any point throughout this article. Well except for using it just now. But this year I turned 26 (a baby to some, ancient to others) and reached a few subtle milestones that both thrilled and horrified me into realizing that I was a real person. Maturity is weird, and it involves a lot of cured meats.

[Photo via @iris.apfel]