25<--that’s my current age, and how old I will be at our nuptials. On paper, it looks like a pretty good age to marry. I’m a quarter of a century old, have been through college and medical school, and have been living independently. But in real life I am FREAKING out. How is it possible that I am that old, and that I am getting married (and about to be a doctor!). It feels kind of like the day I realized that I was older than all of the people on The Real World- I always thought THEY were so old and still to this day cannot believe I am that much older than them.
I guess it doesn’t help that I still like a lot of things meant for teenagers. As I’ve shared before, I have a strange love for television shows quite obviously designed to be enjoyed by highschoolers. On any given night I may be watching Pretty Little Liars, or The Secret Life of the American Teenager (I really hate that one, but can’t stop watching!). I have reread the HP series so many times that I am now starting to over think them (I can’t read the 4th book anymore, too many plot holes). Sometimes Mr. Elk likes to ask how old I think I am, because I clearly can’t believe I am in my mid 20s.
Anyway, my point is that while I have no doubts that I want to be married to Mr Elk and the time is right, it is totally overwhelming to realize that I am actually a grown adult capable of making such a ginormous life decision and actually feel confident that it is the correct one; especially considering I still use fake words like ginormous.
Anyone else get the “I can’t believe I’m old enough to get married”syndrome? How are you dealing with it?
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