“Everybody knows, it sucks to grow up, but everybody does, so weird to be back here, let me tell you what, the years go on and we’re still fighting it” –Still Fighting It, Ben Folds
My mom visited Ryan and I the last weekend in October. It was great to have her around and to show her not only the tourist sites, but also where I was living and working. I think it’s important for the people who are close to you to visualize in their head of what your life is like. The rest of my immediate family will be up during my mom’s spring break in April, and hopefully Ryan’s parents will be up when its “warm” aka: July.
Her visit, and some crazy work days, caused Ryan and I to both come home on Tuesday, plop down on our new couch and say: “this sucks.” The sucking part was growing up. Having ridiculous days at work, having slow days at work, coming home and feeling like we’re not relaxing because we need to do things around the house, and generally feeling like we got more than we bargained for out of this thing called life.
It was one of those rare moments when I was glad the topic of us having children was a difficult one, because at least I have a long way to wait before I even think about how much I’m going to love/hate life with a kid, and a house, and ugh. I don’t even want to think about it. These are supposed to be things we aspire towards and want in our lives. I’ve always wanted kids; don’t get me wrong. I just know realistically how much money that takes, and how scary it is. Maybe that’s my problem. I am way too realistic.
I watch House Hunters on HGTV and yell at people who take on a house over budget, or are too picky, or have unrealistic expectations. Luckily Ryan and I both have a thing about big houses. We don’t like them. I see huge houses and think that unless I’m housing 10 kids I adopted from a third world nation, I don’t get the point. So Ryan and I will live in our modest house, with our adopted children from India and our little Cairns terrier and be perfectly happy. Okay the India part is negotiable, but I at least want a girl from there. I need an excuse to have my daughter wear saris until it’s not socially acceptable.
“Go get your shovel, and we’ll dig a big hole, to bury the castle” –Brick by Boring Brick, Paramore
Ryan and I have had to slowly “bury our castle”. The kid part of us is already sinking, and while we don’t want it destroyed, we do have to put it away so we can take on whatever challenges we might come our way. But until then, we’ll spend our weekends sleeping and being thankful for all we have in our lives.
Until next time.
Keep Calm, and Carry On.
