We’re back – after one of the most enjoyable trips we have ever had! This past weekend was my first time to visit California and Sally’s second trip to San Francisco… Both of us felt really fortunate to be able to take the time away from work and to have such a great reason to travel to the city, to help Victoria celebrate her nuptials.
I’m really looking forward to sharing photos we took while away, and recapping a few of the places we went (many of which were from the great suggestions you all left on Friday’s post – thank you!) but today I want to muse on the funny notion of “adultness.” As we were packing up our shared hotel room yesterday Sally asked me, “Can you believe we have been in this huge city all weekend, just the two of us, navigating it on our own?” Honestly, I hadn’t really thought about it. But when I paused to think on the subject, it was pretty impressive – two sisters in their mid-twenties, roaming an unfamiliar city and staying in a hotel on their own. The whole things was very “adult” of us. I swear it was the first time it hit me, that holy shit I really am an adult now. When did this happen? I know I have been living in an apartment and paying rent, bills, and a car payment for well over 29 months – but the notion and luxury of traveling (which Sal and I have been extremely lucky to have been doing much of this past year) made it seem really real that I was in fact, a responsible human being that can handle myself both mentally and financially on my own.
I think that there are certain milestones most of us hit that provide reality-check points in life: graduation from high school, turning 21, graduating college, moving into a first apartment, starting a first job (second job, third job), marriage, owning a home, having a first child, etc. We have these intense moments throughout life that follow the path of age, but I don’t know that any necessarily give that aha! moment of feeling like an adult aside from having a child (I hear that is a big ‘ol OMG-I-am-old-enough-to-do this moment). Legally we are all adults at 18, but mentally it hits each of us at different times.
Suddenly, I want to ask everyone I know, “When was the moment you realized you were a grown up? That you felt like you were single handedly the person in charge of what happens how and when? How did you know?” It’s thought provoking… And I love it that Sally and I both felt it at the same time in our lives – after we had spent days hanging out with just each other. We navigated a somewhat confusing city with public transportation like woah, and did it all on our own with just a map and trusty iPhones. Some of our best moments this weekend were spent while we were sitting on benches in San Francisco, people watching and staring at the scenery, taking it all in and leisurely talking. It was honestly some of the most easy and calm time we have spent together that the two of us could remember.
The only two scheduled events of the entire trip was our long and lazy brunch with Julia and the celebration of Victoria and Joe’s wedding reception… Talking to Julia about life and work made us connect with her even more – we both walked away smiling about how much we had in common with her (mostly due to her sweet appearance but feisty attitude and similarities in family dynamics). She might be younger than us but she has an old soul and intelligence that makes her seem years older. And of course, seeing our dear friends so full of love in post-wedding bliss was beyond special… Sharing in their milestone at one of the most personal receptions I’ve ever been to is something I won’t forget. I’m telling you – the weekend turned out to be as profound as it was relaxing. Something we didn’t except but fully welcomed.
So if you feel so inclined, I would love to hear your aha! moment that made you realize you were a full-fledged adult… And if you’re still waiting for it I suggest you keep enjoying life till it hits you over the head when you least expect it.
(Image via Andy Heart)