It seems that for many, their twenties are a time of tumult: ups, downs, ins and outs, and we were no exception. Our twenties saw us moving out of our homes, moving up to Seattle, changing jobs, starting school, getting married, having a baby, buying cars, selling cars, car accidents, and buying a home. So much change, so fast. So much growth, so fast. Well, it seemed fast, anyway. To change that much, to grow from what I’d now consider a child into someone who looks and occasionally acts very much like an adult.
In our twenties, we were so free. Free to do whatever we wanted, with very little holding us back. Hop on a plane last minute to go to Sundance film fest? Sure. Fly down to California for a wedding? No problem. Buy a house? Why the heck not! Get trashed on a random Wednesday night? Bring it on! I don’t think we even realized it then, this freedom that we had.
Would I change it though? Nope. Yeah, I miss the ease of hopping on a plane to go visit a friend on only carrying on luggage. But I wouldn’t trade that for my two girls. Of course I miss getting trashed on random weeknights, but do I miss the hectic retail work schedule that allowed for “weekends” in the middle of the week? Nope.
Makes me wonder what the 30s will bring. It’s already brought one baby, a car sale, caring for an ailing parent, and a possible job change. In a year. Is it really possible that the 30s might bring even MORE change than the 20s? And will I look back on this in 10 years and think what a baby I was?
Not really sure where I was headed with this. I guess I’m curious, how crazy were your twenties? And if you’re into your thirties, how is that looking?