I recently had one of those Facebook memory posts pop up on my news feed, and it was a picture of my 2 roommates from freshman year. And at the top it said it was posted 7 years ago.
7 YEARS? SINCE FRESHMAN YEAR OF COLLEGE? SERIOUSLY?
So after that mini meltdown, I started thinking… one of those 2 roommates recently got engaged, and the other has been married for at least a year. My best friend from high school was married last May, my best friend from early college will be married this May, and I had dinner with a group of girls I used to hang out with throughout college this past month and it is official… I’m the very last single girl of the 9 of us (6 married or engaged, 2 in relationships, and me).
Deep down it was always clear to me that I’d be the last one to settle down… if I ever did. The thing that is taking me by surprise right now in my solid mid 20s is that I WANT to be settled down less than ever.
I’m not growing out of my wanderlust. If anything, it’s getting stronger.
I’ve had a job since graduating college. The same job. And I’ve had an apartment since graduating college. The same apartment. Last year, I went through the process of getting pre-qualified for a mortgage… aside from the fact that I realized I can’t afford to buy anything in my hometown of Nashville, TN, I also realized that I didn’t really want to buy anything.
But I’m such a real estate nerd! What in the world is wrong with me? How could I, in my mid 20s, not even be interested in purchasing my own piece of real estate?
I was raised in a blue collar/working class household, and where I come from owning your own place is the logical next step on the road to stability and security (arguable whether or not buying is still as good of an investment as it once was, but that is not the point). The point is, at the end of the day, I still don’t WANT to be that stable.
It’s difficult for travelers to explain to people who don’t travel what the draw is.
For me it has always been (and continues to be) the perspective.
On the road, you see things and meet people that force you to think in a different way… and that is such a good thing. Not always comfortable, but always good.
At this point in my life, I’ve seen some of the world… and I’m doing everything I can to see more.
I have nothing against settling down, marriage, kids or white picket fences. I’m simply supportive of every person doing what is right for them. If your path in life is nothing like mine, I love that. That is, in fact, one of the driving forces for an explorer… to learn about people and lifestyles that are nothing like me and mine.
So for now, I’m going to have to accept that I’m not growing out of my wanderlust. Nothing else feels right.