Don’t get me wrong, I am 23, but most days I don’t feel 23.
I look at the majority of the people I was friends with in high school and I feel like I must really be ages older than them. They’re out partying, traveling, making big plans, and just free. They have no real big worries and responsibilities just yet. True, at this age they are starting to get some, but not the kinds you have to plan your life and whole future around. The people I went to school with, for the most part, are just now getting into serious relationships, getting engaged, or getting married. Only a few have any children and for the most part it’s just one. A few more are newly pregnant.
I feel so tied down compared to them.
Don’t get me wrong. I love John and my children. Some days though I just wish I could be a normal 23 year old. One who can go out and just do what I like. Buy myself something without thinking first, “Do we need diapers this week? Zach really needs new shoes. Ryan was gotten almost too tall for all his shorts.” I’d love to just be able to think about what I want, what I need.
But this is my life and I do love it. It started 7 years ago when I met John, and one pretty fall day we decided to have sex and ended up with Zach.