My cousin who's just a year older than I am (I'm 26 he 27), and someone I've always viewed as a peer is soon getting married and has just bought a house in suburbia California.
On the other side of things I'm enjoying single life, go out every weekend, and am renting a place near the beach in an area where the average person is drunk by 2pm on a Saturday.
He's on track at his company to move up the ladder once/twice a year and steadily grow his income, I'm at a startup with friends in which we all quit our jobs for to pursue, something none of us had had any experience in doing so before.
In short, in 5, even 10 years my cousin can pretty knows exactly where he'll be at in life: at the same house, same job, with the same girl.
For me, other than (hopefully) being at the same job--though our company will likely be drastically different than where it is today--probably living in a different place, with my relationship status up in the air (insert spider joke here) in probably less than a year.
In fact I can hardly predict where I'll be in 1-2 months, much less the next decade.
And I cannot possibly imagine it any other way (I'm also extremely athiest)
It scares the heck out of me to have my life planned out to the point that in a year I'll know where I am, to the point that I really don't want to buy property of any sort or even sign a year long lease. I have no intention of being in a relationship, in spite of my options (believe what you guys want to believe here ).
I have other friends who I went to high school with who are in Ph.D/MDother graduate programs as well as being engaged, which is just baffling to me, to know that you can point to a calendar sometime in the future, pick out a date, and accurately describe that day for them.
My question is then to you folk out there, at what point did life become predictable to you, and did you intend on it being this way? When do you know you're ready, and do you wish you had waited further?
(I just turned 26 and these thoughts have been running through my head)
On the other side of things I'm enjoying single life, go out every weekend, and am renting a place near the beach in an area where the average person is drunk by 2pm on a Saturday.
He's on track at his company to move up the ladder once/twice a year and steadily grow his income, I'm at a startup with friends in which we all quit our jobs for to pursue, something none of us had had any experience in doing so before.
In short, in 5, even 10 years my cousin can pretty knows exactly where he'll be at in life: at the same house, same job, with the same girl.
For me, other than (hopefully) being at the same job--though our company will likely be drastically different than where it is today--probably living in a different place, with my relationship status up in the air (insert spider joke here) in probably less than a year.
In fact I can hardly predict where I'll be in 1-2 months, much less the next decade.
And I cannot possibly imagine it any other way (I'm also extremely athiest)
It scares the heck out of me to have my life planned out to the point that in a year I'll know where I am, to the point that I really don't want to buy property of any sort or even sign a year long lease. I have no intention of being in a relationship, in spite of my options (believe what you guys want to believe here ).
I have other friends who I went to high school with who are in Ph.D/MDother graduate programs as well as being engaged, which is just baffling to me, to know that you can point to a calendar sometime in the future, pick out a date, and accurately describe that day for them.
My question is then to you folk out there, at what point did life become predictable to you, and did you intend on it being this way? When do you know you're ready, and do you wish you had waited further?
(I just turned 26 and these thoughts have been running through my head)
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