When I was younger, my mid-to-late-twenties seemed so elusive. One day I would be twenty-five? Older? It seemed crazy then, but obviously it's true. Now, I am in my mid/late twenties - and they're fairly awesome. They are also pretty surprising, especially taking into consideration many expectations I had of being twenty-five and older when I was fifteen, sixteen, and even seventeen.
For starters, ten plus years ago, I thought by the time I was twenty-seven, I would have a kid or two, and probably would have been married a year or two. I thought I would be an author - published - and that I would travel the world. In reality, I have no children yet, and probably won't for a couple more years. I've been married just shy of two months, not two years, even though I've been with my husband since I was twenty.
I also thought I would have everything figured out by now. What "everything" is, I am not sure, even to this day. At twenty-seven, I own a home. I know how to keep our home clean (and actually really enjoy housekeeping). I somewhat know how to tie a tie, though I have to Google it more often than not. I have never held a dinner party, but it is on my list of things to accomplish before I am twenty-eight. I know how to cook dinner from scratch, how to tell if cookies are done baking without having to set a timer (which, honestly, is dangerous, but I often forget to set a timer), how to make sweet tea, apply lipstick, and how to dry my hair.
This doesn't mean I have everything figured out, though. I am only twenty-seven, and I have many years ahead of me to figure all of it out. Looking at life as a whole, I don't think anyone really has their life figured out before thirty. Even then, I don't think thirty is the cut off, either. Two years ago we started looking into buying a house. At the same time, I started attending church. I was twenty-five and up until then had identified solely as Jewish. Now, at least religiously, I find my identity to be a bit more fluid.
In the time since I was twenty-five, I've redefined who I am more than once, but in subtle ways. Society calls me a hipster based on how I dress, what music I enjoy, and what I like to do in my free time. I consider myself like any other twenty-something woman. I am a woman first and foremost, but I am also a wife, daughter, sister, hard worker, writer, photographer, cat staff, Jewish and Christian. I used to think that one day I would do something huge with my women's studies degree, but in the past year I realized that what I wanted to be at eighteen was, in fact, what I wanted to be, and am now working very hard at building my photography portfolio. With two weddings and two portrait sessions under my belt, it is slow going, but it is going - and I'm loving every minute of what I am doing.
As this year has progressed, I have realized that I am a planner. I love music, and while I love to sing, I am not very good at it (so it is reserved solely for my car). I enjoy caring for others, which is a huge part of why I love the domestic arts so much - they are ways to care for others while at the same time ways to care for myself. When I get grumpy, I clean. When I am happy, I clean. I hope this year and in the years to come I can become a better hostess, and it is something Allen hopes for as well - to be a host. We want to have people over to our home. Share dinner and games of Apples to Apples and Cards Against Humanity with them.
At twenty-seven, I am still evolving. Growing. Figuring some things out, while other parts of me are firmly established. I know what I like to wear, read, watch, and do. I know what foods I like, and many of the foods I disliked growing up are now among my favorites (though I still don't much care for raw onion, I have a better appreciation for the flavor it can bring to a dish). I am working at being a better writer, photographer, wife, friend, and person. There is a lot that makes me who I am, and I know as I grow, get older, have children and make new friends, that I will continue to evolve into a better, greater person. I'm eager to see how who I am now will become who I am in the future - and if I will change that much or at all. Being an adult is fun. Being twenty-seven? Is awesome. Being me? Is the best.