Waiting

I feel the need to write something. I’ve been going so fast for the past few months that I need to slow down and reassess. Life as a twenty something isn’t the same as it used to be. When my mother was my age she had two children and stayed at home. She never went to college and instead partook in a myriad of part time jobs as we began to get older. She cleaned houses; she worked as a bank teller, water aerobics instructor, and most recently as an office receptionist at my former high school. At this point in time I know very few people my age that have children or are even considering them in the near future. It seems all the twenty somethings close to me are going through a mini existential crisis. We are not where we thought we would be at this age. I always thought I would be married (well, I got that part down) and have children by now. One of my closest and most talented friends thought she would have hit it big by now. We all went in to college thinking things just went full speed from there only to find out that life after college is just a lot of aimless job searching and waiting. Waiting for what? I don’t really know and I don’t think most of them do either.