What happens after you turn 25? I always thought you fell into this abyss of married “grown up” people with babies who were so terribly boring I never even wanted to talk about them. These people clearly did not go out 4 nights a week and drink copious amounts of Peach Andre and raspberry vodka until they made a slurred call to the sorority DD to come pick them up downtown. They had “jobs” and “homes” and paid their own cell phone bills and car insurance and EVERYTHING.
I am now one of those people. A grown up. Well, kind of.
It seems like just yesterday I was sitting in my college apartment with my roommates watching “The Real World Road Rules Challenge” (or anything MTV aired) on an endless loop and waking up at 11 every day (anything earlier than this was CRAZY talk). And now I work at a software company!? I’m not going to lie; I could barely navigate the internet in college, let alone tell you there was a difference between software and hardware. Yet, here I am. I have officially been working for FOUR years and am on my third “real job”. That’s as long as I was IN college.
Every time I think about that I officially feel old. The funny thing is I don’t feel grown up at all. I own my own place. The guy I have been dating for over a year lives with me. I do normal things like grocery shopping and pay my bills and I typically cannot go out for more than two glasses of wine on a week night without it resulting in a killer headache the following day. It’s like I have all the elements of being a suburban housewife in place but they don’t totally align. I am too young to be a real housewife - People are not housewives at 26!
And trust me; with the daily situations I find myself in … I am pretty sure that I am not ready to be a real grown up. Not yet at least.
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