San Diego 239

The age of twenty-five is the equivalent of the awkward haircut phase. Let me explain why. Your early 20s are new; it's exciting, and most of your friends are either in school or have a low-commitment job. You go out every weekend, and in a place like San Diego, it feels like summer practically every day. Then you hit 25. It’s a time of awakening. You wake up from this blissful dream you’ve been living, and now you’re either working a full-time, very committed job or you’re never in one place, such as in my situation. You don’t see your friends as often, and if you’re like me, you still feel lost. Lost in the sense that the path I’m taking, this road I’ve been on for years, is clear and defined to me, but what is at the end of this road is unclear. I suppose you would say I’ll be lost at the end of this, but then again, what is this? Possibly, we're all lost to some degree, and some people are better at appearing discovered.

Perhaps this is my awkward haircut phase…