Piet Mondrian, Broadway Boogie Woogie (1942) Endings these days feel rare but are nevertheless everywhere. While replenishing our allergy meds, I noticed that our local Duane Reade’s seasonal aisle was dedicated to spooky socks and bone earrings, stuffed witches and ghosts, and so much candy packaged in fun sizes as if Halloween this year will be treat instead of all trick. The weather has gotten a little cooler, and the sun comes in at a lower angle, but I still haven’t gotten used to the incongruity between the markers of time and its feel since mid-March. How could Halloween be here? In my head it’s still spring, or perhaps summer, whatever those used to seem like.
I remember feeling like an adult in my 20s when I was on my own living in a different city other than where I was born and when I was with my boyfriend and his daughter (at the MN State Fair) and I noticed he was tethered in a way that I had chosen not to be.
Not so much my first job, but losing a job and really HAVING to find work with a family, mortgage, etc.
Yes, it's not just having responsibility, but the weight of the responsibility that matters.
I don't currently feel like an adult and may never feel that way.
It's a pleasure to read your essay. Thank you.
I remember feeling like an adult in my 20s when I was on my own living in a different city other than where I was born and when I was with my boyfriend and his daughter (at the MN State Fair) and I noticed he was tethered in a way that I had chosen not to be.