As some of you may already know, I’m 29 years old. I think it is safe to say that what most people expect from me at this age is a reliable and responsible attitude, one of an adult that is. Hence, my age must clearly define me as a grown up, I mean obviously I cannot still be a teen in my late twenties. So how come I’m miles away from feeling like one? As a kid, I use to think that the day I’ll turn 18 (legal drinking age in France), would be the day I’ll be forced into adulthood. Couldn’t have been more wrong… The only thing that happened on that day was waking up with one of the biggest hangover of my life, as if someone was smashing my head with a shovel. I thought perhaps it isn’t our age that defines our maturity, but rather our actions. At the top of my head I’m thinking of the usual drill: driving, paying bills, working, moving out, falling in love, etc.… Well I certainly do all those things (except for driving, you don’t really need to in Paris), but doing them doesn’t make me feel any wiser.
In my mind, there is this chalky line drawn on the floor, one that separates me from a world of commitment and duties, the one line that all of us most eventually cross (except for Peter Pan, lucky bastard flew right over it). I don’t believe I’m an isolated case here: I see a whole generation resting in the comfort of youth and dreading to cross that freaking line once and for all. Society dictates all of it: poor job prospects call for longer study period while forever relying on our (amazing) parents for financial support. But the key societal trend holding us back isn’t economic but rather social. People marry late. That’s a fact. In the US alone, we are looking at a 4-year gap for first marriage between 1980 and 2010. And with late marriage comes late childbearing. I don’t know about you but the world I’m living in is one that favors independence, freedom and youth over family, routine and obligations. Of course I’m contemplating the idea of finally starting my life with my boyfriend. That said, in my head, it is a one way street, where turning back isn’t optional. Especially with kids. The reality is that I still want a life full of excitement, long journeys and discoveries (see picture, *sigh*), but this sort of life seems incompatible with marital obligations.
I realize this means I’m not ready to settle down, but what I am here worried about is if I will ever be…? Now tell me, where do you stand on this line?