Sunday, November 10, 2013

Being 26: "Well, you look super young." "I *am* super young! I'm not old yet!"

This past week, my cousin turned 16. This proves to be a problem as I am ten years older than her, yet I'm convinced I'm only 20...maybe 22, because I can drink alcohol legally.

I really wish I could put a table into my blog--a tree map might work well too. I'd label it: "Being 26" and one side of the tree map would be "Signs I actually am 26", the other: "Signs I may be another age."

Moving to Chicago, I think I've taken some strides to become more "26." Yes, in many ways, I may be a bit more grown-up. However, after a dinner of goldfish and diet coke tonight, I couldn't help but wonder: How old am I?

So, in non-tree map form, I give to you (you=I think I have some friends and family who pity-read this...) some insight into Alex as a 26-year old:

5. Food

  • Sign I'm actually 26: I've started cooking. I use that word loosely--I sometimes just put a bunch of things together to ensure I have something to eat (in general, guacamole mixed with anything=a win), but I've made some "fancy" dishes. Asparagus risotto? Lentil salad? Homemade vegetable soup? Who am I (and thank goodness for Pinterest!)?
  • Sign I may be another age: Goldfish+diet coke=dinner. I also really enjoy fruit snacks and consider them a reliable and tasty source of Vitamin C.
  • Average age? 26 +10 (well, not all 10-year olds are allowed to drink soda, but I feel the fruit snacks bring me down to 10)/2=18

4. Clothing

  • Sign I'm actually 26: I wear dresses to work. I actually have work clothing that I don't wear on the weekends, and most of my clothing needs to be hung up.
  • Sign I may be another age: I'm on the hunt for a dinosaur sweatshirt and a penguin sweater; I already own an owl hat. I know--I'm too cool for school.
  • Average age? 26+8/2=17

3. Personal Care (I bet you're wondering what this actually means...well, I didn't know what this fell under so personal care it is)
  • Sign I'm actually 26: I sometimes get my nails done (when I don't bite them), I regularly get haircuts, and I pay for these things myself. I also own a Sonicare toothbrush and a Clarisonic Plus.
  • Sign I may be another age: I've slept on our couch several nights this week--there's no one to force me to go to bed like when I was little, and thus all those awesome things go to waste, because I don't actually wash my face/brush my teeth/etc. unless I feel so inclined when I wake up at 4 a.m. I also own a penguin humidifier.
  • Average age? Not sure how to calculate this one. I'll call this 20.

Photo source


2. Drinks
  • Sign I'm actually 26: I drink green tea or mint tea on a regular basis; they make me happy, and I also instantly feel healthier drinking them (yes, it's a complete placebo effect, but hey, if I want to believe it, gosh darn it, I will). When I go out, I like to get drinks with faces like my cool drink from the tiki bar.
  • Sign I may be another age: I still think milk and water taste gross. Nothing tastes better than a fountain diet coke; I had one for dessert the other night.
  • Average age? 26+10/2=16
Always true


1. Reading
  • Sign I'm actually 26: I don't read textbooks or have assigned books to read--and I read for fun. I also read the news. I've discovered there's a whole lot I don't know, and I figure I might as well start reading every day to learn just a little bit more.
  • Sign I may be another age: The Hunger Games. Divergent. Anything by Mo Willems.
  • Average age? 26+9 (I'm averaging The Hunger Games with Mo Willems)/2=14.5
Dream home?

And now a sign that I am NOT 16 but actually am 26, it's 11:30 p.m., and I'm tired. I want to write more, but really, I just want to go to sleep.

So off to bed I go. To my grown-up bed. With an owl pillow. Scary thought? I turn 27 in less than 2 months...
♥a

Sunday, November 3, 2013

I could have retired, I ate soap, and other stories from Chicago...

I'm comfortably sprawled out on my couch at my place in Lincoln Park, and I'm listening to wonderful music.
I live in a beautiful city, and I'm surrounded by friends and family.
Dare I say it? I'm blissfully happy.

To be honest, I don't know how I'd define happiness vs. blissful happiness, but I like the way "blissfully happy" reads. Odds are, on most days, I feel happy. I have no reason not to be happy--but this move, starting a new job in a "new" city brought a whole new level of happiness.

...and I think that's all I'm going to write tonight. I'm blissfully happy. Short, sweet, and to the point.

Stories to come in the future, I promise.

♥a

P.S. I really did accidentally eat soap today.
P.P.S. I also am convinced if I never bought anything from iTunes I could have retired by now.

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