A week from today, I will be 30, and I'm sorta petrified.
I know better than to let the "norms" get to me, but lately, they've started creeping in. Aren't I supposed to have gotten married by now? Had a kid? Bought a house? Saved some money? Maybe that last one would have been possible had I not decided to move to the second most expensive city in the country.
The scariest part is that the other day, I remembered a conversation I had with a co-worker at Balboa several years ago, and it felt like yesterday. We were talking in my office, and I said, "Sometimes I just feel like I want to up and move to Argentina or something!" He laughed and said, "How old are you?" I said, "25." And he said, "Yeah. You're so young. That's why you feel that way."
1. OMG how was I just 25 what feels like yesterday? How on earth have 5 years passed by in the blink of an eye?
2. I still feel that way, sucka.
Here's how I've spent my summer, for the most part:
With some travel, visitors, good exercise, lots of time with Milo and Jude, and puzzling out a relationship thrown in. Oh, and wasting a decent amount of time playing Tiny Tower.
I'm not a "bucket list" kind of person in the least. I kinda feel like all of life is an adventure, and I have continuous goals/dreams/etc. that will span out my whole life . . . and they can't be diminished to a checklist of things I want to have accomplished by a certain age. And yet, somehow, this coming week is shouldering a lot of pressure! Last week of my 20's! Anyone want to go to Vegas?