Remember when Friday nights meant figuring out which party to hit first? Now, I get genuinely thrilled about having zero plans and a new documentary queued up. Last week, I actually canceled drinks to stay home and organize my spice drawer, and the weirdest part? I felt zero FOMO! If you've ever caught yourself getting excited about a new vacuum cleaner or spending Saturday night researching the best mattress for back support, congratulations! You're officially entering that phase of life where "boring" isn't boring anymore.
Growing up is weird. One day you're playing hopscotch and trying to land on your crush in MASH, and the next you're in your late 20s, trying to hit your daily protein goals, saving up for a $200 pillow, and wondering if you should start leash-training your cats. The things I once thought I'd never care about are now constant thoughts in my mind.
It's only this year, at the age of 26, that I've had a grandparent - my maternal grandmother - die. It was hard at first to believe that she was gone. My nan lived two or three miles away from my family while I was growing up, so we saw her regularly. After my parents, she was the person who cared for me and my sister the most growing up. Because of this, it felt as though a part of my childhood died with her.