1. 19 May 2011 ยท 09:19 AM

    “Well, how did I get here?”

    Life has felt like that a lot lately: Husband who treats me better than I could ask for, new house with a pool and more rooms than we can fill, baby on the way, and a sense that we’ll stay put for a while instead of hopscotching across the country following the next job.

    Jeff and I often spent our 20s wanting to avoid becoming a cliche — we weren’t into walking the traditional path to Grownupland: Live together, elaborate engagement, big wedding, buy first house, get dog as proxy for child, if dog works out move on to filling house with babies, all while working at a jobby job with good benefits and decent hours.

    Somehow we’ve ended up in the middle of in Grownupland anyway, albeit without the dog (the jobby job’s hours and benefits are debatable). I guess we just entered adulthood from a side door instead of marching through the front gate.

    A friend once told me you’ll know you’re a grownup when you stop worrying about whether you’re becoming a cliche because you’re too busy living your life. So maybe that’s where I’m at.

    “How did I get here?” Does it matter? The baby’s kicking, the sun’s shining over the back yard and I’m … happy.

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