…or, at least that is my excuse.
Yet another birthday has passed. Related: I’ve been thinking a lot about what I want out of life.
Yes, the heavy stuff. Houses, kids, career, experiences—the whole nine yards.
I’ve also been thinking about what my 19-year-old self would think about where we are today. She would certainly expect us to be a real grown-up—married, living in a lovely house with a few kids running around and writing for a fabulous magazine.
Well, at least I’ve got the married part down.
I have no regrets about moving to the city. But it’s dawned on me—the city has made me “grow up” by society’s definitions a little slower. The biggest reason? Cost of living. Rent, groceries, utilities, gas, parking tickets, vet bills—everything in the city costs more. Mortgages are also more expensive, so it’s harder to save up for a proper down payment. Especially with all the wonderful distractions around like tasty restaurants, fancy bars, shows, and shopping.
And babies! Dear lord, people ask nonstop about when we’re having babies. Probably because we’ve been married three and a half years. And that’s what grown-up, married people do. It’s in our future, but I can’t yet fathom affording childcare, having enough apartment space, or taking babies on public transportation. My dear friend Megan makes having a baby seem completely manageable and even fun. It’s encouraging.
Grown-up or not, I think my 19-year-old-self would be pretty pleased about our life. We have a great husband, amazing friends and awesome experiences under our belt.
Look at these awesome “grown-ups.” Life is good.
For now, I’ll convince myself that I have the rest of my life to be grown up.
Where do you stand? Has the city made you grow up slower?