Just by looking at the changing relationship statuses or the new last names of my Facebook friends, I’ve come to realize that I have reached “the age”. I’ve always thought of myself as relatively young and have not really concerned myself with “serious” things, such as buying a house, getting married or having children. Meanwhile it seems that other people my age have thought about these things to the extent that they have gone and bought a house, they have been proposed to, and have gotten married, some are even planning on having kids. Before, I’ve just shrugged off the thoughts and wondered why so many people are, for example, getting married at such a young age. Well, after seeing so many friends tie the knot this past summer, I feel like I can’t blame it on the age anymore since it’s becoming such a big phenomenon amongst my peers. It seems that I’ve reached “the age” – where people seem to settle down. For good.
I guess it is no wonder that I’ve only slowly adjusted to the thought of creating that “safe and sound” future, since in the last few years I’ve lived abroad twice, I’ve been in a relationship for only (already?) two years and only recently (well, almost a year ago) moved in with my man and graduated from uni as well as started working full-time. I guess I view my time span differently than some, and want to, in a relatively timely and organized manner take steps towards these “serious” things. It’s only dawned to me that these things can be, rather seriously, pondered. And when they are, they don’t, actually, feel that distant or strange anymore. In reality, they are slowly starting to have an appeal – in the sense that I’m starting to be ready to take one step at a time, if I’m offered that possibility. I feel that now that I have introduced these “serious” issues into my thoughts, they will, most definitely be anticipated when and if they ever decide to ask permission to enter my life.
It is one of those realizations, where you finally see beginnings and endings, and not just beginnings. And that feels comforting. I am in a good place, really. I’ve got the man of my dreams, we are happy together and everyday life feels good. We share a nice little apartment and both work full-time. As far as anything is concerned, nothing ties us to these jobs, or to the apartment. We are in the place where we can still go this way or that, build our life anew, together.
All light-heartedness aside, we are in the process of buying a car. Call it serious or something.
