I Think I’m a Grown-Up Now

I was just glancing at my MySpace profile and experienced one of those odd moments when you can no longer remember exactly how old you are.  I saw the little “About Me” spot and read where it said that I’m twenty-six.  My first thought was that I should probably change that because it’s not true anymore, but I really am still twenty-six years old for another month and twenty-one days.

I suppose that this general confusion is due to the fact that the last digit of my age always coincides with the last digit of the year – well after May First it does.  Also, I’m feeling a bit older and more adult these days because we’re in the process of buying our first house.  It’s a daunting task, and it makes us feel almost really grown-up.  Both of us still hold out that we won’t really be grown-up until we have kids.

It’s funny how we’re married and in our late twenties, and we still don’t feel or even want to feel completely grown-up.  I guess that’s good though.  I’ve always noticed that the happiest people are those who always hold on to a piece of their childhood.