This may get a bit long but it has a point…promise.
My sister and I are the youngest on both my mothers and fathers side of the family so when we would have a family gathering everyone was always older than us. Even if it was by 2 or 3 years it always felt like the gap was much larger.
In our family, your friends were your cousins. It was very rare to have much of a social life outside of the family. Especially before high school. So when I was in middle school many of my cousins were in high school or just starting college and when we would hang out I would quietly listen and sometimes even advise my elder cousins on whatever was going on with them.
As I got older the trend didn’t really stop. As I started college I made friends with those who were already in serious relationships, in their final years, or preparing for grad school.
Once I graduated from college many of my friends were engaged and planning weddings and so on.
Now at 28 many of my friends are well situated in their careers, businesses, marriages, parenthood, and so on. While I in most people’s eyes was just recently married and have spent the last couple of years trying to figure out where I would like to spend 40+ hours a week.
I’ve always been okay with my place in life compared to those I surround myself around. I have always accepted that my path is a bit different, bends a bit more or less, and is just simply headed in a different direction.
At least, that was the case, until recently.
Towards the end of last year, PK and I decided we wanted to do the whole house things. Mostly for the sake of equity. I don’t believe a house makes a home nor the number of bedrooms. I’m more about the folks in the house. So now we’re saving, learning, researching, and focusing on what’s ahead in addition to speaking to many of our friends and family who are already homeowners.
Luckily we have a great support network, like my cousin and his family that we are currently staying with. And I’m not saying that because I know he reads my blog. I think it takes a very big hearted person to welcome someone to stay for a long’ish period of time in their home. I know so because my dad used to have people stay with us all the time.
Also, I say long’ish because anything more than two weeks feels like an eternity to me lol.
Anyways, the point is for the first time I felt like maybe my own path wasn’t the best path. Maybe I should’ve done what it seems like a lot of others did. I’m not exactly sure what they did but they seem more together. I’ve never really regretted the path my life has taken, nor do I now but for a moment (like a week) I was questioning everything.
Yes, I’ll be 30 in a couple of years and I don’t children nor a house…yet. But I’m okay with that. A huge part of me still wants a Tiny House but I don’t know what the ROI of that would be. And as I tell my sister we are in “Do or Die” times. It’s not necessarily about what we want but what need to set a strong foundation for the future.
This is my odd way of saying follow your own path and do your own thing. Sometimes you plans will line up with others and sometimes it won’t but it all works out in the end. Somehow in some way, everything falls together the way it should and then splits up again.
So cheers to you and to me and our respective paths.