The twenties have spanned quite the spectrum for me. I have lived in two college dorms, my parents’ home (where quarters were not required for laundry and my roommates, better known as Mom and Dad, were totally cool), an apartment in Coolidge Corner, and our condo in South Boston. I’ve worked at two organizations (despite hearing at my high school graduation that our generation would switch jobs five hundred times during our first ten years out of college), been promoted three times, and had precisely one feral cat die under my car during the span of a workday.
While in my twenties, I’ve been single, single, single, not single, and engaged. I met a couple of non-ones during my twenties, before meeting the one weeks before turning 25. Somehow I tricked Nick into falling in love with me, finding me a French bulldog, and agreeing to spend the rest of his life with me. As a twenty-something, I’ve seen my older brother graduate from law school and my younger sister and brother graduate from college and enter law school and graduate school, respectively. During my twenties, the four of us landed in Boston. We are but a bridge away from one another. I’ve watched in awe as all of my siblings turned into real live adults, following the example our parents set so well for us.
The twenties had its ups and its downs. All of the worry about finding a job, and then finding the right job, and then finding a job that paid more than $13,000 (you’ve got to start somewhere… and, um, that’s where I started), finding roommates that wouldn’t kill me in my sleep, finding a non-hideous outfit for my 10 year reunion, finding my better half, and finding myself? It was all worth it. It was worth it because I get to enter the next decade of my life more confident, more accomplished, and more interesting than I was ten years ago. I get to spend my thirties with a stronger body, a stronger brain, and a more full heart.
Let the countdown begin.
Also On Tap for Today:
- Why didn’t I think of this? (don’t answer that)
- Want to fall in love with running? Check out my guest post at A Healthier, Happier Bear
- I could stare at these photos all day long
What was the best part of your twenties? Or thirties? Or whatever-ies?
I wasn’t sure if having our groceries delivered was lazy and wasteful, or just plain genius. Now that our first Peapod delivery has arrived, I am leaning toward the latter.
If I wasn’t in love with our condo (and if I hadn’t vowed to never move again… until we move again), then I would seriously consider taking up permanent residence at the Container Store.
