Oh, yeah...my birthday. I'm 26 now!
That's right you alyssaandkeith.com-aphobes! At promptly 11:08 pm on October 3, 2006, yours truly turned the big 2-6. Of course....I'm still in my "mid-twenties" but frankly I'm feeling a little more "late twenties." Now a few years out of college, my friends are I are becoming a little more self conscious of the fact that the big 3-0 and what it represents is around the corner.
I know you Baby Boomers and Greatest Generationers are laughing. I can hear it now...(Twenty-six!? She's worried about turning 26!?) but, hey, the beginning of the end has to start somewhere. I think it starts about here....and that's what I thought in my teens and so forth.
I think its because my comrades and I are waaaay too old now to identify ourselves with college students and even graduate students pursuing a masters right after undergraduate. Thirty represents things like--buying a house, starting to save for retirement, having...*gulp* kids. I can't help myself. I sort of always thought (yes, I'll admit its crazy and sad) that your college years are the best and that your twenties are the best too. Past all the craziness of adolescence and independent. On your own, education finished, but your knees haven't begun to hurt yet. You aren't cleaning baby puke off your clothes and completely broke from buying diapers.
I do want to have kids, but recognize that if I feel this way now, I am not ready now. Maybe I'll feel differently when I hit the big 3-0. Or even when I hit the 2-8.
This birthday was rather quiet. After a day of painting our bedroom armoire to match our new room some friends (by friends I mean four total) gathered at our place for some snacks and desserts. As in cupcakes. Not a glamorous affair but frankly, after all the travel of the last two weekends and being flat broke in terms of an entertainment budget with my not working, its the best we could do. And it suited great. There's always next year.
The best birthday gift I could truly get (not that cards and money and such isn't great) would be a fufilling job. I'm keeping my toes crossed.
I know you Baby Boomers and Greatest Generationers are laughing. I can hear it now...(Twenty-six!? She's worried about turning 26!?) but, hey, the beginning of the end has to start somewhere. I think it starts about here....and that's what I thought in my teens and so forth.
I think its because my comrades and I are waaaay too old now to identify ourselves with college students and even graduate students pursuing a masters right after undergraduate. Thirty represents things like--buying a house, starting to save for retirement, having...*gulp* kids. I can't help myself. I sort of always thought (yes, I'll admit its crazy and sad) that your college years are the best and that your twenties are the best too. Past all the craziness of adolescence and independent. On your own, education finished, but your knees haven't begun to hurt yet. You aren't cleaning baby puke off your clothes and completely broke from buying diapers.
I do want to have kids, but recognize that if I feel this way now, I am not ready now. Maybe I'll feel differently when I hit the big 3-0. Or even when I hit the 2-8.
This birthday was rather quiet. After a day of painting our bedroom armoire to match our new room some friends (by friends I mean four total) gathered at our place for some snacks and desserts. As in cupcakes. Not a glamorous affair but frankly, after all the travel of the last two weekends and being flat broke in terms of an entertainment budget with my not working, its the best we could do. And it suited great. There's always next year.
The best birthday gift I could truly get (not that cards and money and such isn't great) would be a fufilling job. I'm keeping my toes crossed.
posted by Alyssa at 9:09 PM
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