On Growing Up

I always wonder what it will feel like being a grown-up. I always daydreamed how life is going to be when I am counting 20s already. Ten long years later, a diploma and a hundred and one paychecks later I have arrived. And I feel the same. Not as innocent and inexperienced about the world though but I still daydream, but not about how life will be ten years down the road. What's happening now, right in front of me, where I have always wanted to be is enough to keep my mind preoccupied. Tomorrow can take care of itself.

It feels the same. Except of course I have a rent to pay, I make my own breakfast, lunch and dinner and merienda if I am up for it. The monthly bills that never fails to come in the mail, the mandatory trip to the Superstore if I don't want to die in starvation, the regular keeping the apartment tidy and divine routines are some of the habits I have now. I wouldn't feel grown up without those. I don't necessarily like the responsibility but it makes me feel that I can do life. Not necessarily blissful every day of the month (unless you got all bills covered) but contentment is learned for every penny saved in the saving account.

Ten long years after, I have my own balcony and the best seat to view downtown Winnipeg! I got a lovely vintage love seat, an Ikea center table, my own kitchen and a big closet. It seems I am starting over the adult life. Clean slate. With the scent of green pomme lingering in the small space I call my own. I can say this is a good start and definitely bound to be better in the months and years to come.

I like being a grown-up, I don't mind the number 27. I don't regret the nostalgia of how I used to daydream about rushing at now but would definitely slow down running towards the next lap of another decade not too far ahead. But if I could postpone it, the better.