Local resident Danny Ferro, 37, came to a quiet and devastating realization over the weekend that no competent adult was ever going to arrive to handle things, and that he had, at some point and without ceremony, become the adult himself.
The recognition set in as Ferro found himself excited about a new mop, worried about his gutters, and unable to recall the last time he sat down without groaning. He now owns a drawer full of plastic bags, a second drawer full of chargers for devices he no longer owns, and a firm position on the correct thermostat setting that he is prepared to defend.
Ferro said he keeps waiting to feel like he knows what he is doing, a feeling that experts confirm never arrives and is instead replaced by back pain and a preference for being home by nine.