Tuesday, June 13, 2006

i’m grown, ma! now what?

Where to start? I’m going through a quarter-life crisis.

I’m in my mid-twenties (more like late twenties to be honest, but whatever), and by all yardsticks of my society, I’m doing great. I have a career, I earn a steady paycheck, and I can afford real food. I’m in bed at an hour I used to scoff at, and I don’t get tax refunds anymore. My sixteen year old self would be disgusted.

But I feel like I’m chomping at the bit, and all that’s doing is wearing down my teeth.

I’ve also got itchy feet, which doesn’t help at all. The minute I achieve any sort of stability, my nomadic ancestry decides to assert its presence. All of a sudden, I’m online looking for travel deals and reconnecting with long lost friends who are anywhere but here. I find myself mentally calculating how I would distribute my possessions (books – ship to parents; furniture – sell, donate, or chuck; pets – pawn off on roommate).

I’m off to indulge myself in a little self-absorbed existential crisis.