You know the worst thing about turning 26? No, it’s not the existential dread setting in as I am getting further and further into my “mid-twenties”. It’s not that 90% of the people I surround myself with (including my boyfriend) aren’t even 25 yet, making me feel even older. No. It’s the fact that I work at a company too small to offer health insurance, and am thus getting kicked of my family plan and have to find my own. Adulting is scary.