On Turning Twenty-Five (soon)
Yesterday afternoon, a particularly chilly grey London afternoon, my classmate made a lovely comment. Commiserating on break-ups together she mentioned a song lyric. A simple “every season will end.” And it felt very true in that moment, standing under the falling yellow leaves. The air is getting colder and soon the crunch of brown under heels will be heard amidst the Talking Heads, The Avett Brothers and Adele buzzing through my ear buds.
And so – I turn 25 this Sunday. Yes yes, I’m very young, I know. It just feels like a big number. I look at 21-year-olds and think ,“oh my God, that was so long ago.” I then think of where I am for 24/nearly 25 and feel pretty darn good about things. I go back and forth on missing that time of my life. You know that, “more innocent” time. It’s odd how some things become so much less and so much more complicated as we get older. So, here’s my list of pros/cons.
Why turning 25 doesn’t suck:
The people in your life are simplified. The good ones really stick out, and they are worth the time, love and effort.
You begin to understand your parents and why they do the things they do. Most importantly, you accept them.
Overall and in general, you know way more people who know how to cook. And cook well.
Parties involve wine, real beer and you know…food.
You’re far more aware of that point in the evening of when one more will mean a vicious hangover the next day. Step. Away. From. The. Mojito.
You spend money on things like nice sheets. It makes a big difference.
But then you’ll shop at Trader Joe’s and feel thrifty, yet progressive.
You start to find your way, sort of.
You can finally, happily admit that you hate those bars with loud douchey music and over-priced drinks.
Being smart makes you attractive…and you’re attracted to fellow smart people. But not the pretentious kind. Those people suck.
Sunday brunch culture.
Doing nothing on the weekend is fan-freaking-tastic. And fulfilling.
You become more organized.
People stop trying to be cool. Except hipsters. Thankfully all of them are too cool to read my blog.
Multiples of 5 are awesome. (It’s my one weird OCD thing, let me have it).
Alone time doesn’t feel depressing or desperate. It feels lovely.
You still jam out to your favorite pop songs of the late 90s/early 2000s…without shame. In fact, with pride.
You can still hope a man will ask you on a date properly, take you somewhere thoughtful, pay for the evening…and you can still consider yourself a feminist.
It’s still safe to take big risks.
You are happier and stronger than you know.
You take less for granted.
You give more.
People get you.
You get yourself.
You get back up.
Why turning 25 kind of does suck:
Your body tolerates far, far less than it could in college.
You are acutely aware that the decisions you make can have long-term results. Who knew!?
You start saying things like “I’m too old for this.”
Friday nights are exhausting.
You talk to teenagers and realize you have no idea what they are talking about.
You talk to early 20-22 year-olds and feel the same way.
You’re still not old enough to have the wisdom to know that certain things do pass.
You fall on your face and start over. A lot.
30 is closer than 20.
You start giving a shit about numbers. Even when your grandfather is 93.
You have moments of unwarranted bitterness towards children for their free-spirited attitudes. BE JADED, DAMN IT.
The people you love start moving far away.
You move far away from the people you love.
Despite knowing what you need, you’re still not getting enough sleep.
Some situations can make you feel like you’re back to being the chubby kid in high school, even though you’re a 25-year-old adult. ADULT.
You start making some of those big, scary life choices.
College was a bubble – things to learn, people to meet, people to fall in love with, things to feel a part of are handed to you. It’s not really like that in the real world. Shoot.
Things about turning 25 that I can’t decide how I feel about:
You’ve probably had your heart broken, at least once or twice by this point.
Grad school is nothing like college.
It’s totally acceptable to date 30-somethings.
You fall on your face and start over. A lot.
You begin to accept and expect failures. Sometimes.
What you really want isn’t what you used to expect for yourself.
You enjoy sitting down at concerts.
You’re aware of the things you can’t change.Your parents might move out of the house you grew up in. And you’re happy for them, but sad for yourself
The Simpsons have been on television for the entire span of your conscious life. (Yes, it’s the best show on Earth, but that makes me feel old).
You can remember things from twenty years ago. Vividly.
You enjoy spinning classes when you used to hate the people who talked about taking spinning classes.
You have a lot more responsibility.
You enjoy feeling like an adult and are turned off by people your age who aren’t there.
You notice how much you are like your parents.
You either think you know everything or are aware that you know absolutely nothing. I fall into the latter category more often.
When people ask you how old you are, you say “Twenty-Five.”
That being said. November 6th is my birthday and I hope you all spoil me rotten.