Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Inner child, meet my inner Grandma
Do you ever feel like you're about 5 different ages sometimes?
There's the part of me that wants to pick a place to settle down and buy a house and get a dog. That part's probably my real age.
There's the part of me that's 22 and still ready to pick up and travel around the world.
Then there's the part of me that couldn't help kicking leaves into the air while I was walking around A's neighborhood with him Monday night. I'm pretty sure this part of me is 5, wearing mary janes, and carrying a corduroy bookbag that my Mom made for me on her sewing machine. She also likes petting zoos, and running through the corn maze playing hide and seek, and toasting marshmallows.
There's the part of me that skipped a party on Saturday because it would have required getting out of my comfy pajamas and putting down the book I was reading. That one's about 80 or so. She also likes to crochet mittens.
And then there's the part of me that goes on dates and falls in love, and I'm never sure what age she is. In my family we always tease my brother a bit about how he took so long to ride a bike or drive a car. Basically, he tried to learn to ride without training wheels when he was 5 or so, got mad because he couldn't do it right immediately and quit riding altogether for a year or so. Then one day he decided he was ready, and got on the bike and rode without any problems. Same thing with learning to drive. He got his permit at 15, learned to drive, and then showed absolutely zero interest in it for about 3 years.
I feel like I'm like that with relationships, maybe because I spent so many of my formative years moving every 8-12 months and having to start all over again with everything: friends, crushes, learning the lunch menu schedule. I felt like I didn't know what I was doing, so I'd just hang back until I did. So I was sort of a late bloomer.
In fact, thinking about this reminds me that my first design for Girl-ish had a lot of pictures of this character, my little cartoon alter ego:
I drew her when I lived in New York, and was thinking of calling the story of her adventures The Prime of Miss Lola Latebloomer. Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets, you know. (Note: Lola does not always get what she wants.)
Anyway, so I totally lost track of where I was going with this. Maybe I just wanted to explain why I'm going to be inviting my friends to go see the 4th Harry Potter with me for my birthday next week. And to drink some beer. Fun for both my inner 12 and 21 year olds.
There's the part of me that wants to pick a place to settle down and buy a house and get a dog. That part's probably my real age.
There's the part of me that's 22 and still ready to pick up and travel around the world.
Then there's the part of me that couldn't help kicking leaves into the air while I was walking around A's neighborhood with him Monday night. I'm pretty sure this part of me is 5, wearing mary janes, and carrying a corduroy bookbag that my Mom made for me on her sewing machine. She also likes petting zoos, and running through the corn maze playing hide and seek, and toasting marshmallows.
There's the part of me that skipped a party on Saturday because it would have required getting out of my comfy pajamas and putting down the book I was reading. That one's about 80 or so. She also likes to crochet mittens.
And then there's the part of me that goes on dates and falls in love, and I'm never sure what age she is. In my family we always tease my brother a bit about how he took so long to ride a bike or drive a car. Basically, he tried to learn to ride without training wheels when he was 5 or so, got mad because he couldn't do it right immediately and quit riding altogether for a year or so. Then one day he decided he was ready, and got on the bike and rode without any problems. Same thing with learning to drive. He got his permit at 15, learned to drive, and then showed absolutely zero interest in it for about 3 years.
I feel like I'm like that with relationships, maybe because I spent so many of my formative years moving every 8-12 months and having to start all over again with everything: friends, crushes, learning the lunch menu schedule. I felt like I didn't know what I was doing, so I'd just hang back until I did. So I was sort of a late bloomer.
In fact, thinking about this reminds me that my first design for Girl-ish had a lot of pictures of this character, my little cartoon alter ego:
I drew her when I lived in New York, and was thinking of calling the story of her adventures The Prime of Miss Lola Latebloomer. Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets, you know. (Note: Lola does not always get what she wants.)
Anyway, so I totally lost track of where I was going with this. Maybe I just wanted to explain why I'm going to be inviting my friends to go see the 4th Harry Potter with me for my birthday next week. And to drink some beer. Fun for both my inner 12 and 21 year olds.
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