Forever Young

I've sort of dropped the ball on thing blogging thing - I apologize to my many, many avid readers as I'm sure you're all a little peeved.

I just read a blog post from a woman I met not to long ago who is probably about 29/30 years old. The entire post was dedicated to her 'growing up'.

Huh?

I've been writing about growing up also, but I'm 23. Am I still going to be obsessing over, blogging about, and divulging myself in the thought of 'growing up' when I'm 29? I know that's still young and all, but I hope consider myself 'grown up' by then... I've also realized that constant blogging about this whole 'coming of age, growing up, post-grad struggling' might get old...and boring - which I think is also the reason I haven't written anything in the past few weeks. The thing is, it's pretty much the only thing I focus on these days. I mean, in 5 weeks, I'm moving to yet another city, again without a job with the possibility of repeating these last 10 months. And I have no idea what's going to happen. This time, though, I'm definitely focusing on other things too - I'm moving in with Mike and can't wait to have him by my side through this whole process - it'll just brighten things a ton. Also, I know he'll motivate me and help me in any way...and support me a little along the way...

So the question is, how long does it take to grow up? And what does it mean to be grown up? I don't really want to know yet. I think I'm young enough to where it's OK and sometimes even cute that I'm broke and working two part-time jobs.

Also, I should start blogging about other things...like food.