The fact that you have a fully stocked refrigerator brings you more joy than both Christmas and your birthday combined.
You get into trouble at work, and nobody gives you a note for your Mom to sign.
When you can wear as much eyeliner as you want, and there's nobody there to tell you to wipe it off because "You look like Amy Winehouse."
The dirty laundry in your bedroom floor remains dirty laundry in your bedroom floor until you, and only you, decide it's no longer necessary.
"Scuse me Lady."
People on the bus start referring to you as "Scuse me Lady."
People on the street start referring to you as "Scuse me Lady."
Generally everyone starts referring to you as "Scuse me Lady."
It's no longer socially acceptable to wear pig tails. (You instead look like those creepy real-life anime people.)
Your nightmares have gone from being about killers, snakes, and ghosts, to high interest loans, failed investments, and occasionally still ghosts.
You no longer need lipgloss that pops.
Your version of a party is watching something on Netflix in your pajamas with a bowl of popcorn.
You go to bed before midnight... and enjoy it. A lot.
Because you will most likely end up confessing to your mom regardless.
Because they're your socks, and you'll leave them there as long as you want, aka whenever you need them again.
Because that's just How It Is.