a.k.a. A Quarter Life Crisis.
Much more real than the drama John Mayer sings about.
Quick work update. My principal (who thinks I walk on water) is leaving to go to Northwest. I should try and follow him and get back to the metroplex, right? Well, there's this huge chunk of me that wants small town for another year. That chunk loves my 4th grade team and has made some great friends. That chunk of me signed my contract to work here again next year.
Eeeeek and yay. This was supposed to be temporary, but it looks like I'll be here another year. Not the socially acceptable thing to do, but I love the 5 minute commute and being close to my family.
I've also recently decided that I am looking for a place to rent on my own. I am scared to death of living alone. But that's the only way to do it here. (let me remind you, my work friends are married with children.) This caused me to want a dog to live with. Once the dog search began, I was hooked and now determined to get a dog - poodle or golden-doodle cause they don't shed. Now I have to move out to get a dog.
Rental search has landed a couple of prospects and my dad now thinks I should BUY a house. Yes, buy. What?!?!
This is like the real life version of "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie". When does it stop spiraling out of control.
The reason I'm posting is actually to share my freak-out moment of the day. My dad and I are looking at a house that has hand painted shutters with hearts. I told him I would repaint them cause it looks like a middle aged woman (my mom) lives there. My dad then tells me to think about how old I am and what my parents where doing then.
I am 23. When my mom was 24, they had 2 kids and bought a house two blocks away from the house I'm looking at. The country decor of sponge painted hearts began. My life is SO not that, but what if it was? Oh, Lord.
This realization, coupled with the thought that a dog I get could live until I'm THIRTY-FIVE, threw me into a panic attack.
When did the life I know enter a time-warp and why am I so old???
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4 comments:
Rent.
Don't buy.
Make a commitment to a dog, but not a house. That is too many commitments.
That is why I rent and have 2 cats.
just reading about your freak out made ME freak out...seriously..i started breathing faster and my chest got much tighter. dear lord, who are we?? i miss you amber. miss you a lot!
Oh my word and honor! You like to get things done early huh? Quarter-life crisis at 23? :P I'm gonna agree with the great kali-llama and say don't buy. I've been thinking about looking for an apartment and that's scary enough, I can't imagine actually looking for a place, and that's a ditto for all of my friends being married or about to be--no roommate possibilities! And now I've gotta echo Jess and say I miiiiiissss you!
It really makes me sound so much more important when people quote me as "The Great Kali Llama"
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