Monday, May 7, 2012
This week, I'll be 26, which has been my favorite number since I was very little. I never imagined myself being 26 or even close, though. I know that 26 is quite young (that's how old Nick was when we started dating after all...) but I still feel like at heart like a ten-year-old kid, amassing and sorting (and let's be honest, naming) my rock collection and rapid-fire consuming chapter books which I can only categorize as "young adult wilderness fiction".
At the same time, the decidedly adult trappings of my life don't spook me. Or make me feel lame. They just don't. Saving for retirement, being partnered, keeping a budget, having an office job. For me, the stability and security those things can provide have enabled me to seek out the adventure I dreamed of as a kid reading My Side of the Mountain with a flashlight under the covers.