One week until I'm officially in my late twenties, until I'm an age that I don't like to admit in public. But why? Is 27 really that bad? Well no, because I don't feel my age, and I certainly don't act it. I guess it's because of the social norms associated with people my age. I can already hear the barrage of questions forming 'when are you going to settle down?, you're not getting any older. You should think about getting married and having babies before it's too late.'. But I can't even see marriage in my near future, never mind children. Yes, before I know it I'll be the big 3-0. Hmm, I guess if I'm not married by then I'm doomed to be a cat lady right? It's not 1950. My mom actually told me that I'm her only hope (for grandchildren and success). Way to pressure me!!!
It doesn't help that all but a handful of my friends are either married or have kids. I honestly do not see the appeal. I enjoy my solitary life, coming and going as I please. Not having to answer to anyone. It's not that I'm irresponsible, I'm just only responsible for me. And I'm the most important person in my life.
I used to walk the well-trod path of the typical twenty-something. I went to college (albeit briefly), I lived with my boyfriend, I even got engaged and planned a wedding! But in the back of my mind day after day I asked myself why I was doing all of this. Was my life going in the direction that I wanted it to or was I just going with the flow, with what was supposed to come next? I'm pretty sure it was leaning towards the later. If you live your life like that are you really living it? (Sidenote: I just typo'd 'loving' instead of 'living'. Freudian slip?) So I decided to take control of my life, and essentially started over.
And thats where I am today, on the edge of 27. Single... and happy. I couldn't imagine my life any other way.
**Love Always**
Jen, the almost 27 year old.
