I can no longer see myself living a life where a new wreath or new curtains are exciting to me. I can no longer see myself living a domesticated lifestyle. I am very domestic, but my life will not be. I don't know what life holds for me. I suppose no one ever really knows what life has in store for them. I listen to my niece talk about starting kindergarten and I think about how much life has in store for her. I know I'm only twenty-five, but it feels a lot like life has passed me by. I'm not the only person who feels like this, either. Twenty-five is an awful age to be, particularly when you have yet to do anything with yourself. It feels as though you should be a grown-up, with the start of a career and a family and making decent money...yet most of us are working menial jobs if any, living with our parents and trying to figure out what in the world we're supposed to do to step off the ledge and into life. I'm tired of trying to figure out other people's lives for them when I can't even figure out my own.
My family is currently annoying me, therefore I cannot continue blogging. Blah.
