The time when every end of the month brings you a monthly paycheck on your account and your heart soars- just a little.
The time when things become just a little clear, like looking through a fogged up window and just seeing the Promised Land a little far away. And then you wonder, how transient the mirage will be. The Jews were never, after all, left in peace in their own homeland.
The time when you laugh for your friends, and you grieve with them, but then suddenly wake up and realise that you need to take care of yourself. Noone’s going to do you THAT favour.
The time when, on one hand, you have realised that you simply do not want to sacrifice your independence- travelling where you want to, enjoying the books you want to, spending nights driving around aimlessly, talking to a million people, cooking when you want to, eating out when you want to and heck, sleeping till 1 PM if you want to. On the other hand, hoping, suddenly, just to have someone to share all these whims with.
The time that your relatives pointedly ask you, “So, when are YOU getting married?”. The time that you roll your eyes at your parents and shrug. The time that you beg for more time, just because there’s so much more you want to do with your life.
The time that you get a million mass wedding invitations in your mailbox and think, “Why?” Then, you go and discuss with your (very few) single (mostly male now) friends about what a pity it is that people are in such a hurry to get settled.
After all, you don’t want to, right? And, somehow, both of you know that’s not the whole truth.
The Quarter Life Crysis. You’re just yet another confused twenty year old.