Growing Up

Do you remember back in the day (yeah, I am not sure if I am old enough to use this phrase) when it was uncool to be home? Every second of my day was spent doing something – school, work, hanging out with friends, coffee, needless trips to the store…you get my point. Being at home was just so uncool. And I am sure I am not the only person out there who was like this. Even when Ian and I first got married, we were always going. Sure we both worked full time. But when the weekend came around, our social calendars were jam packed with things. Somewhere along the line, that all began to change.

Call it growing up, or perhaps blame it on the baby, but I have changed. Most of the time, it looks way more appealing to spend the evening at home then go somewhere. I mean, come on, why should I needlessly waste gas money driving around for no reason only to pay for an overpriced meal or be tempted into buying something I really don’t need. Wow! I have grown up. Do I even remember who I am? Or really, who I was. Sure I still stay up to all hours of the night. But, I no longer spend all those hours on the phone with my friends and boyfriend. And now with more important things to save for (like houses and vacations) needlessly spending money doesn’t seem so cool. And leaving the house, sometimes that seems like more effort than it is worth…especially if I don’t even know where I want to go or what I want to do.

So here I am, accepting the fact that I no longer am as cool as I once was (or at least thought I was). My 16 year old self would be so disappointed in me. Of course, at 16, I don’t ever remember thinking about what my life would be like when I am older. But that makes sense because I don’t spend all these hours at home thinking of what my life will be like when I am 50. I just enjoy chilling in my sweat pants and taking Connor on walks. Then in the evenings, chilling at home with my man. I am so cool.