I saw someone yesterday. Someone I haven't set eyes on for at least 6 years. Suddenly, my mind flashed back to who I was six years ago: a single, naive, uncertain graduate student. I felt so young compared to everyone else, her included, although we were probably similar in age. I had no idea what the future held for me, but the possibilities seemed endless.
Yesterday, standing in line at the food warehouse, I felt so old--like time had passed on double speed for me compared to her single. She looked the same--young and carefree, enjoying some mundane errand with her partner, but I felt years older with my preschooler riding in the cart and my not-quite-one-year-old strapped on my person in the carrier. Instead of following some intellectually stimulating or at least financially rewarding track as one might expect given my education, my life has instead turned into a cliche--the stay-at-home-mom with a minivan buying bulk peanut butter.