When I was little, I always thought that “30” is a magical age when one becomes a “grown up”. I have patiently waited through all the 365 days of my 30, but then I just have turned 31, and … I haven’t grown up yet!
WITH FAMILY: they once had high expectations towards my glorious adulthood, but now are just trying to understand when in time did they miss to instill the senses of reason and responsibility in me.
AT WORK: Almost every walk-in in our office think I am a student volunteer, or at best, an intern :-D (don’t that t-shirt and ripped jeans exude extreme authority and seriousness?!)
WITH FRIENDS: I think I have more fun socializing with their children than with the parents…
And here I was, just about to start worrying and think that I should really “do something” about it, when I was struck with realization that my “problem” in fact is just about to be naturally solved! Just in a few days, I will give birth to my own child, and now I will finally have a legit excuse to never, never, never , ever … need to grow up :)
Because now I will finally have a real friend on the same page, and it will be two of us to see the world we want to see, to play the way we want to play, to dream and imagine anythings together, …