dulcetly...notes on a bookish life

Sometimes I have moments where the fact of my age is even a surprise to me. I am all for aging gracefully, but I also feel perpetually like I aged to 26 and just stopped at the time when my adult-self was most fully formed. I do recall spending my late teens and most of my twenties wishing that people saw me as an adult, but then again, never really felt that way myself. It may have to deal with lifetsyle. When most people were marrying and having kids and buying property, I was freewheeling through my 30s and 40s with no desire to "settle down" (and really still have no desire to change things now, despite tying the knot this summer, I just have someone else to freewheel it with...lol..)  For many of my friends and cousins, having kids seemed to shoot them into adulthood and responsibility in new ways, but I have no such markers or transitions from one kind of being. I feel like I was always in school and then I was 26 and in my first real job after grad school. Everything e...