...and our obsession with blogging

I am calling this time of our lives a messed up purgatory. We're years out of college (undergrad) and feel old compared to ourselves a few years ago...yet we feel too young for some of the things that are coming up in our lives. We're not grouped into any category because some of our friends are still partying every night like they were in college and don't have full-time jobs, yet some friends are settled down with wives, husbands, and kids. So we're just kind of floating.

I can honestly say that as a youngster (that is a SURE sign that I'm slowly approaching the older group...as in grandparents...the fact that I just labeled anyone younger than me a 'youngster') my plan was quite similar to L's plan above. I imagined I would marry my high school boyfriend, we would go to college, get married after college and have our first kid by age 27. After my heart was broken, my plan only altered slightly and by only a couple years.

Now that I am 26 and still getting drunkenly escorted out of bars and still living on my own with no serious boyfriend or any sort of significant savings, I'm starting to question when, if ever, I will really jump start my life plan. Will I be the girl in 27 Dresses and be to a million weddings before I actually meet someone I fall in love with? Will I be having my first child when all my friends' children are 18?? It's not like I'm freaking out, because I AM only 26. But it's just this feeling of being lost. The whole 'what category to do I fit in' feeling of lost. I am not saying that we always have to feel like we're in a group or category, for I believe in individualism and love my life as it is right now; it's more of wanting to relate to those you're spending time with.

I got my first job straight out of college and have been there ever since. At 22 years old I was the youngest in the office (about 60 people) by at least 10 years. For most people I was the age of their children. I felt young. Incredibly, awkwardly, never-taken-seriously young. Four years later, at 26, I don't feel quite so young at this company anymore. There is a new hire who just graduated from college, so I'm no longer the youngest. Yet I still can't really relate to my older coworkers because they go home at 5pm everyday to their families. I realize this is a situational example, but it still demonstrates this weird in between time in our lives.

With that said, these have been some of the BEST YEARS ever. Seriously. So much freedom. I have money to do things with. I have other single friends to hang out with. I do happy hour every friday. Take off every weekend and frolic in the outdoors or the bars. I have little responsibility.

But I think we're all wondering, slightly scared, where we're going to end up next.

LOVE!