Dear Life,
Thank you.
Sincerely,
Lizzy
Thank you.
Sincerely,
Lizzy
August 31, 2012
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Yesterday Lev and I went downtown. As we were walking up Wabash, roughly 15 girls came out of a building and made their way into a nearby school bus. They looked very young--I thought that they couldn't be out of high school. As they walked past us I saw that they were all wearing Roosevelt University sweatshirts. I remarked to Lev how very young they looked, and without missing a beat he replied, "Yeah, we're old."
Every day I look at myself in the mirror. I haven't really noticed any great changes since I was 20. Lev observed that you only think you look as old as you feel, and really, I feel the same as I did when I was in college. Maybe that is why seeing those girls gave me a start--they looked younger than me or anybody I hang out with.
I'm not in college anymore, and it's been nearly ten years since I was. Lev is going through school now--as a rule, he is the oldest person in all of his classes. To him, college is a job, and he approaches it with solemnity. To me, college was this awesome liberal arts period of my life where I experimented with and learned about literature and theorists and painting and friends, and yes, I was very in-my-early-20s about it.
I'm now married, I have a clean apartment, and I do the laundry regularly. I don't see the sun come up while biking home from a party. I guess that puts me in the "adult" category. Last month we officially decided to wait until Lev was done with school to have a baby. I wonder if having a baby will do the trick and make me finally see myself as an adult--because right now, I still feel like my mother's child.
Every day I look at myself in the mirror. I haven't really noticed any great changes since I was 20. Lev observed that you only think you look as old as you feel, and really, I feel the same as I did when I was in college. Maybe that is why seeing those girls gave me a start--they looked younger than me or anybody I hang out with.
I'm not in college anymore, and it's been nearly ten years since I was. Lev is going through school now--as a rule, he is the oldest person in all of his classes. To him, college is a job, and he approaches it with solemnity. To me, college was this awesome liberal arts period of my life where I experimented with and learned about literature and theorists and painting and friends, and yes, I was very in-my-early-20s about it.
I'm now married, I have a clean apartment, and I do the laundry regularly. I don't see the sun come up while biking home from a party. I guess that puts me in the "adult" category. Last month we officially decided to wait until Lev was done with school to have a baby. I wonder if having a baby will do the trick and make me finally see myself as an adult--because right now, I still feel like my mother's child.
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