There are times when I feel like everyone around us are real adults while Chas and I are just pretending.
Many of our friends are couples our age. But sometimes, it seems age is were the similarities end.
The husbands are getting MBA's, law degrees. They are working full-time jobs with benefits. They are planning internships to exotic and exciting places.
The wives are mothers to multiple children. They often play the role of a "single mother" while their husbands work long hours or are studying for the next final exam.
Then there's us.
I have a Master's degree. Chas doesn't.
We don't work long hours.
We're both artists.
We don't have kids. Not yet, at least.
We don't have health insurance or job security.
We'll probably live in good old Salt Lake City for a long time.
I don't mind the differences. Not at all.
We're just doing our own thing and we're very grateful that it's working for us.
I love the way our life is right now. Peaceful and happy. Very little stress.
Sometimes I feel nervous about crossing the divide and becoming a "real" adult. I worry that we'll get smacked in the face with the stressors of "real" life and we won't like it. I worry that we'll miss this time of "pretending."
And maybe we will miss it and maybe that will be ok.
Maybe we can miss aspects of our old life while still treasuring the new kind of peace and happiness that will be ours to enjoy.
I know having a child will change everything and I love that.
I'm ready for that.