We grow up too fast. We spend our whole lives thinking about tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that. Suddenly, we're older and (hopefully) wiser but don't know what to do with this newfound "responsibility". Despite being 23, I feel like a kid at heart. I still giggle at inappropriate jokes, enjoy a good "Saved by the Bell" or "Boy Meets World" rerun, and am not above eating a Lunchable as a meal.
Over Christmas, Erin and I built a snowfort and it was EPIC. We threw on our childhood snow boots, grabbed some shovels, and made an incredible igloo in my front yard (big enough to fit 2-3 people). I had to chuckle during the building process and said to her "Heals, we are 22-23 years old, currently unemployed, and building a snowfort...and ya know what? I see nothing wrong with this." Ya know what? I was right. It felt good to get out in that cold, wet snow and build the creation that made all the little neighbor kids jealous. Thank you, college degree!
Post snowfort, I've decided to keep embracing the inner child. My (and Kate's) current endeavor is notewriting. Nothing says throwback like a good handwritten note to a boy. So, we thought who better to write a note to than to our neighbor boys, the ones who we pay to use their internet. Friday night, I grabbed a bright orange piece of paper, black sharpie, and handed Kate the supplies to write a cute little note inviting them over to socialize sometime. Kate made me deliver the note, which was pseudo nervewracking. I tiptoed down the hall, shoved the note under the door (which took some coaxing), then sprinted back to our apartment. Phew! I wasn't spotted. To our amusement, we received a note back the next morning saying "LET'S DO IT..." So, it's on. The notewriting exchange has officially begun. I'll keep you posted on any events that follow. I'm sure you'll be waiting at the edge of your seat.
So go ahead...build a fort in your living room, drink a juice box, and read a childhood book (personal favorite: Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day). I won't judge you. Heck, I'll probably join in the fun.
Over Christmas, Erin and I built a snowfort and it was EPIC. We threw on our childhood snow boots, grabbed some shovels, and made an incredible igloo in my front yard (big enough to fit 2-3 people). I had to chuckle during the building process and said to her "Heals, we are 22-23 years old, currently unemployed, and building a snowfort...and ya know what? I see nothing wrong with this." Ya know what? I was right. It felt good to get out in that cold, wet snow and build the creation that made all the little neighbor kids jealous. Thank you, college degree!
Post snowfort, I've decided to keep embracing the inner child. My (and Kate's) current endeavor is notewriting. Nothing says throwback like a good handwritten note to a boy. So, we thought who better to write a note to than to our neighbor boys, the ones who we pay to use their internet. Friday night, I grabbed a bright orange piece of paper, black sharpie, and handed Kate the supplies to write a cute little note inviting them over to socialize sometime. Kate made me deliver the note, which was pseudo nervewracking. I tiptoed down the hall, shoved the note under the door (which took some coaxing), then sprinted back to our apartment. Phew! I wasn't spotted. To our amusement, we received a note back the next morning saying "LET'S DO IT..." So, it's on. The notewriting exchange has officially begun. I'll keep you posted on any events that follow. I'm sure you'll be waiting at the edge of your seat.
So go ahead...build a fort in your living room, drink a juice box, and read a childhood book (personal favorite: Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day). I won't judge you. Heck, I'll probably join in the fun.
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