Now where did I put aside those childish things?

I'm in a serious transitional period, it struck me today. Things contributing to me feeling more like a grown up (finally):
1) A job that pays above the poverty line.
2) A velvet-trimmed gown with a funny floppy hat that signals the end of my 25 straight years as a student.
3) One hundred ninety-six clean and fairly serviceable pages sitting on my desk, and only one chapter left to revise before the defense.
4) Knowing exactly what I want out of my next serious relationship, should I ever be fortunate enough to have another one.

So that's pretty cool. On the other hand, I'm poor, sleep deprived, and apparently I have elevated cholesterol. Which I guess could also be signals of growing up.