I know it's been awhile, and if any of you still follow me, I'm sure you're quite surprised to hear from me again. Anyhow, what can I update you on. Well the last three years have been a whirlwind of crazy. Between moving cross country twice, swapping careers and finally finishing out my BA, it's been a bit hectic. But excuses are lame, so here is my apology, I'm sorry I left. I miss you, please take me back.
In other news, I had a realization the other day, and I'm sure many of you have come to the same conclusion. There is no such thing as "adulthood." Yup, I said it.
Now to back this up with a small briefing of the last few months, Zach and myself moved back to Maine last May, we had left about a year prior to head back out West, which as it turns out, didn't agree with us. Seeking solace in the wonderful woods of Maine, we returned to my impromptu, but loved, home of the last 8 +/- years. Realizing for the first time that the job I've landed myself in pays quite well, despite my utter lack of interest in it, we discussed making a big leap.
We bought a house.
As I write this, I'm sitting on my crummy college couch marveling at how quickly life can change, and as of this week, I have been a homeowner for a week. It's a pretty surreal experience to say the least, as I never imagined that this would be something I'd desire to do.
Which brings me back to my meandering point, "adulthood." Yesterday, as we're aware, was the greatest day of gluttony celebration, which I was all too happy to take part in. And as is the general plan, we spent the time with our families yesterday, where I had the same conversation 25 times.
"I heard you bought a house! That's so exciting!"
"Yes, it is! Thank you."
"Don't you just feel like such an adult now? Moving on up in the adult world!"
etc etc etc.
While I was grateful for everyone's enthusiasm, it got me to thinking, what is adulthood? Here I am, pushing 30 and bemoaning the newest generations taste in music while waving my cane from my front lawn. (There are some perks to having your own house. :D)
My conclusion is this, we all use the fake it til we make it method, while keeping our heads held up and nodding like we understand all the things that are occurring around us, until slowly we realize that we're absorbing more than we did before, even if it is little by little. Finally, we come to the realization that every other adult we know, is doing the same thing, and no one had their life on lock-down and knows what to expect, and how to handle it, all of the time. We each have our different strengths.
The point of this? I don't know, but honestly, it was kind of relieving to realize that every other person I interact with is all just struggling with their personal concept of adulthood in their own way. It made me happy.
So when I finally made it home last night, I stayed up too late, had too many sweets, played a speed run of Portal lounging on my couch, and was quite pleased with my adulthood.
Anyhow, that's my thought for now, I hope everyone had a wonderful day yesterday. I have to scoot to go do laundry and prep for my mother's birthday party.