I turned twenty-seven this year – fifty-two days ago to be exact – and while I’ve never been one to care about getting older, something this year was different. It wasn’t so much the being older either. My mother has always says “It’s not the age it’s the mileage” and if that is true my odometer rolled over a while ago! I guess what it was this year was looking back on the last seven years and wondering:
Is this what being in my twenties is supposed to look like?
I’m part of the generation that grew up yearning to have the characters on Friends be your bffs. I don’t know about you but I for one have never lived like this group of life-long friends; amazing well furnished and stylish apartments, working as a professional chef or archaeologist or being able to spend hours upon hours at the coffee house below my apartment.
I have to admit, the idea of my own “Central Perk” does sounds wonderful. I often think of my blood as being half coffee, but who has the time to sit around discussing “life” while sipping your latte? I’m lucky if I have time to order my Venti Dark Cherry Mocha before I have to run back to the office (which is far from being at the NYC Ralph Lauren office).
So here I am two months into being twenty-seven and I can’t help but wonder :
Where did I go wrong?
Perhaps this blog is to help me answer this question that plagues me lately.
Perhaps it is to connect with other 20-somethings and to realize I am not alone in this search for what it means to be “20-something”.
Either way I welcome the adventure that lies before me and I welcome you along for the ride.
